Taking Carol - Chapter 30 - 35

CHAPTER 30

slut awoke that morning as she had for the previous several days.  lizbeth, still under the cloud of haughtiness that Miss Karen had perceived, had been assigned a number of duties that kept her busy from predawn until well after dark.  Among those duties was awakening slut by opening the dog cage and stroking her sex until she was wet.  It was a torment for slut, but a delicious one.  They weren't permitted to speak, and so slut could simply remain bound, as she was each night inside the cage, and enjoy the moment, brief as it was.

lizbeth and slut had formed a sort of sympathetic friendship ever since the day they had been bound together and ordered to remain "mouth to cunt" on the concrete floor of the garage.  Sharing such experiences tends to create kinships, and slut felt very much like a sister to lizbeth even though their contacts were brief and mainly silent.

slut was the first of the household property to be awakened each morning. lizbeth was on a strict timeline and had to next awaken amy in precisely ten minutes.  This would allow slut to stretch a bit, then awaken pig and take it out into the back yard where slut would first prepare herself for the day, then pig.  amy would have ten minutes to clean up and prepare for the day by using the powder room off the garage before henry was to have access to it.

amy typically slept in Miss Karen's master bedroom, either at the foot of the bed or between the mistresses.  lizbeth had whispered to slut at one point that amy could be trusted not to announce any timing errors on her part as long as she wasn't put in a position that it would be obvious she was in collusion with lizbeth.

Though lizbeth would not risk taking advantage of amy's trust for more than just a few minutes each morning, it did afford her some extra time to spend alone with slut.  slut knew that lizbeth savored those minutes as they represented the only seconds of any given day that she had any control over anything.

Sometimes lizbeth would rush her own preparations in the powder room to gain a couple of minutes, then delay awakening amy for a couple of minutes, thereby giving herself as many as five or six minutes with slut.  This only worked when amy slept on the floor rather than in the bed with the mistresses.  The risk that one of them might awaken and take note of the time as amy climbed out of bed was much too high.  As a result, lizbeth's opportunities could not be predicted.

slut came to understand lizbeth to be a very giving person, as most mornings started with lizbeth bringing her to the brink of orgasm before releasing her from the cage.  While her instructions were only to get slut wet before releasing her, taking it just one step further would not be likely to result in punishment, mainly because it would be difficult to prove.  It would be an entirely different circumstance if lizbeth were caught receiving pleasure, or permitting slut to enjoy an orgasm.

Though it was forbidden and caused a great deal of anxiety in both of them when it happened, every few days lizbeth would take a chance by kissing slut passionately after releasing her from the cage.  slut looked forward to those moments.  She fully understood that she had transcended from being a strict heterosexual who had been forced into lesbian practices, to being bisexual. Being kissed by lizbeth had become the high point of her day, when it happened. She longed for it.  lizbeth had taught her to accept her tongue, and to allow it free reign in her mouth.  She was permitted to suck it and to tease it with her own tongue, but was to remain submissive even in receiving kisses.

This morning lizbeth must have checked to see that amy was sleeping on the floor at the foot of Miss Karen's bed, because she was spending more than the usual amount of time warming slut's cunt up for the day.  slut could not help but moan softly at the gentle stroking of her hardened clit.  After a few minutes, lizbeth whispered very quietly, "You are to be sent off for your modifications tomorrow.  I will miss you."

slut had gotten accustomed to the piercing Miss Karen had installed in her tongue, but would likely never be able to speak normally again.  "What modificathuns?", she whispered back, nervously.

"Lips, breasts, nipples.  Your clitoris is to be exposed, too!"

lizbeth's tone was not alarming at all, but enthusiastic.

"Expothed?"

"Yes.  You'll be deliciously tormented every day that you live afterward!"

"Ethpothed?", slut asked, still confused.

"Yes, silly!  A doctor will remove all of the flesh surrounding this big, hard clitoris of yours so that it is always available to your owners!"

"Ownerth?", slut asked, perplexed by the use of the plural.

"Enough now.  Be quiet.   Just remember all will be well.  I will see you in a few weeks."  lizbeth then began unlocking slut's wrists from her ankles.

slut was weak in the knees when lizbeth helped her out of the cage and into a standing position.  It was pitch black, as it always was at five o'clock in the morning in that garage.  lizbeth pecked slut on her lips before turning away to go awaken amy.

slut began her day by awakening pig and removing it from it's hut.  The last several days had been difficult ones for pig, and today was to be no exception. Miss Tawny had decided to use pig as a human canvas and had been working on a tattoo mural that had already covered nearly all of the creature's back.  The final result was to be a gift to Miss Karen, so pig needed to be cleaned and prepared quickly so that slut could secure it in the guest bedroom before either of the mistresses awoke.  Miss Tawny had been spending as much as five hours a day working on her project, but since she preferred to work when the mood struck her, pig needed to be ready at all times.

henry had put pig away the evening before, so slut hadn't seen the results of the previous day's session on pig's back.  Not that it mattered.  While slut was curious to see how the work was progressing, she was so distracted by lizbeth's comments about being sent away for modifications to her body that she could barely think.  Each time she convinced herself that her new life had settled into a sort of routine that she could cope with, something always happened that made it even worse.  Or, better.  She couldn't decide and knew it was best not to think, but to do.  She led pig out into the back yard for their morning preparation.  The sun had not yet begun to rise.

 

Karen stretched, slowly awakening from a deep and restful sleep.  amy was softly kissing her breasts, which was yet another of the many things Karen had counted among those she would miss most when she returned to duty.  Having the slaves awaken you as you specify certainly tends to put a positive spin on the day to come, she thought.  Without opening her eyes, she felt for Tawny.  Finding the bed empty, she pulled amy atop her to continue working on her breasts.  Karen had grown very fond of amy.  She was a waifish little wisp of a thing - one of those girls that could easily be overlooked.  But she was perfectly proportioned, cute, and very sexy.  She was just small.  Karen liked small. Well, she liked cute and sexy, too.  She smiled to herself, guiding amy's lips to her hard left nipple.

"My my!", Tawny exclaimed when she entered the bedroom.  "Leave them alone for a second and they forget all about you!"

"Bitch.", Karen groaned sleepily.  "Ruining my fun again."  She kept her hands on amy's head, ensuring she did not stop.  "Why don't you just run along and draw pictures on pig?"

"Oh.  Now I'm really hurt.  I had hoped you'd beg me to join you!", Tawny answered sarcastically.  "You'll be so happy when you see the finished work."

"Uh huh.  I'm sure of that because it has to be good enough to justify how much precious time you're spending working on it.  I leave in a week, you know."

Tawny had moved over next to the bed.  Karen finally opened her eyes to see her beautiful friend leaning over her, then opened her mouth to accept her kiss. Tawny was fresh out of the shower, and she smelled great.  He hair was still damp as it dangled down over Karen's neck and shoulders.  It tickled.  She accepted her friend's sensuously probing tongue, allowing it to explore the familiar territory of her mouth.  Karen moaned softly.  She would miss Tawny's kisses, too.  Karen felt her desire growing, and spread her knees out to allow amy to settle in between them.  amy knew just what to do, and placed her smooth sex directly over Mistress Karen's, just as she liked it.  amy was a quick study, and had learned the nuances of Karen's body.  She knew when to take things further and when to draw them out, when to tease and when to drive Karen over the edge.  Karen enjoyed every aspect of the little cunt, and briefly thought about how very much she would miss amy when she left.  But, the thought vanished when amy began to suck Karen's nipple between her teeth.  Karen pushed her hips upward, pressing her pussy firmly against the little waif's cunt, and began to hump her.  By now she was sucking Tawny's tongue as though it were a cock, giving herself completely over to the wave of sensations that the two sexy women were giving her.  She pushed amy's head over to her right breast and felt the hot wetness of amy's little mouth suckling and nibbling on her nipple.  Now amy was in rhythm with her humping.  Together they were producing a soft, wet, smacking sound each time their mounds collided.  Tawny was fucking her mouth with her tongue.  Karen relished the submissiveness of accepting her friend's tongue as she was.   They had never finally resolved which of the two of them was the more dominant, and had come to a common understanding that they could both switch according to their own needs.

Karen's lust was growing beyond the point of suppressing it, and she had no desire to spend the morning dallying in bed with amy when she was already so excited.   amy knew what to do, and Karen pushed down on the girl's shoulders to place her head where it needed to be.  Amy reacted quickly, sliding down between Mistress Karen's trim legs to do the duty so loved so much.  Tawny filled the void by gripping Karen's hardened nipples between her fingers and pulling roughly on them.  This happened just as amy's little mouth began nipping and biting at her sopping pussy.  It might have been a damned unpleasant experience for most women, but was one of Karen's preferred means of reaching the ultimate climax.  She bit down on Tawny's tongue, refusing to let go of it as her friend dug her nails into her nipples and breasts, raking crimson trails over and across them with complete abandon.  Amy bit at Karen's clit and missed, then searched out and found an outer lip to grip between her teeth.  It was a game of control, and she needed to control the pussy long enough to get her mouth firmly centered over the clit to bring about the desired result.  Unable to use her hands, she had to bite and hold Mistress Karen's pussy to steady it long enough to make another attempt to capture the hard red nub.  She had been gradually trained to understand that she needed to be rough; rougher even than Mistress Karen might anticipate, as long as the level of desire was strong enough to carry it.  amy growled deeply, genuinely feeling the animal come out in her as she sucked and bit at more and more of the stretched labia of the beautiful friend of her owner.  Karen cried out.  It was a quick whimper, completely involuntary.  Amy felt she had her captured, as her hips quit moving and everything seemed to stop momentarily.  She bit harder, sucking in even more of the delectable flesh, and was rewarded by a second cry.  She was not moving at all now.  Quick as a cat, amy instantaneously released the labia and moved her lips up to suck in all of the flesh surrounding the hard little clit.  Karen's body shuddered quickly, but was again stilled as amy sucked in and held more and more of the tasty meat that surrounded Mistress Karen's pleasure button.  She had her just where she knew Mistress Karen wanted to be, caught in a vice-like grip between her teeth. The rest would be easy, as long as she could inflict enough pain to keep the pussy still.

 

It was a pure torment for poor lizbeth to prepare breakfast accompanied by the sounds that were coming from the Mistresses' bedroom.  She had been forbidden clothes other than the spiked sandals they had specified that she wear.  There was no hiding her desire.  Her cunt had always betrayed her in such ways as now. Her thighs were wet and her mound swollen and slightly pink.  If only she could steal a stroke or two for herself...but to be caught!  That would be terrible. The wrath of Mistress Karen was not to be trifled with.  She tried to force the sounds of wanton pleasure from her mind; to concentrate on making sure everything was just so.  It didn't work though.  She had never heard Mistress Karen in such a state.  It was from just such occasions that the diminutive amy had become the most influential among Mistress Tawny's properties.

lizbeth glanced across the dining room to henry, who was setting the table for Mistress Karen's breakfast.  She immediately felt embarrassed and a little ashamed.  Henry gave no sign that he was even aware of what was happening just down the hallway.  He was so...professional.  lizbeth admired henry for that. Though she more than preferred women, she did appreciate henry's lean body.  He moved well and looked quite natural in nothing more than a tank top and thong. She turned to focus on polishing the silverware.

 

slut had prepared herself and pig for the day, then waited patiently until lizbeth opened the sliding door to allow her to bring the animal inside.  They exchanged a knowing and lustful glance before slut moved off toward Miss Tawny's temporary tattoo studio, the guest bedroom.   She led pig on the leash into the room and strapped it tightly, face down,  to the table Miss Tawny had installed there for the purpose.  With all of it's limbs outstretched to opposite corners and it's head, waist, elbows, and knees secured, the creature could not move beyond breathing.  After ensuring that the bindings were tight enough, slut stepped back to get a look at her former little sister's back.  Miss Tawny obviously was a considerable talent.  slut had admired the mural as it had taken shape across pig's back, and looked forward to the added details everyday.  It made slut wet to look at it, and to think about what it meant for pig's future.

The tattoo was an entirely accurate and realistic, though stylized, portrait of Miss Tawny and Miss Karen in a lewd embrace, with each stroking the other's pussy as they French kissed.  slut could not imagine how she had gotten the likenesses so perfectly unless she had somehow projected a photograph onto pig's back to trace.  Regardless, once the basic form of the mistresses in the embrace was complete, the details around them were what made the mural such a lurid and depraved work.  Each little mini-scene depicted one or more women in some variety of distress.  slut noted one illustration that even seemed to be a depiction of her on the "humping bar".  Another looked to be a recounting of lizbeth's time on that wicked "tara" device.  There were others.  Many others. slut could not take the time that she wanted to look pig's back over completely. Nearly three quarters of her back was covered in ink, and it was obvious to slut that the design involved much more skin than had already been used.  pig's original floral tattoos around her shoulders were perfectly blended into the overall design.  Miss Tawny had repeated the floral theme down the sides of pig's back.

she was startled by what she knew to be Miss Karen's orgasmic screams.  slut remained somewhat envious of amy for her ability to do that to Miss Karen.  It was also quite a mystery as slut had never been given the privilege of witnessing Miss Karen have that sort of a climax.  she moved quickly to the kitchen, where she assumed her position to await further instructions.

 

After her body had finally stopped shuddering, Karen blurted out, "I want this bitch.  What do I have to do to get her from you?"  She pulled her knees out a bit wider to allow amy to probe her pussy more deeply.  It was their ritual. After the "big "O", Karen liked to be licked all over down there, including inside.  amy was incredible.  Karen no longer wanted to share her.

"What about me?", Tawny replied casually.  "You won't have any use for me with that little thing between your legs twenty-four seven."  She pushed off the bed and stood next to it, pouting.

For a moment Karen thought she was serious, but when their eyes met, Tawny winked.  "Cunt!", Karen laughed.

 

Slut heard the shower running and correctly assumed Miss Karen was being bathed by amy.  Miss Tawny had entered the dining room wearing a short black silk robe and had spent a few minutes sipping the cup of tea Lizbeth had prepared for her. She flipped through the morning paper and munched on a peeled, sliced apple.

Slut had gotten accustomed to holding her position for extended periods of time when she was not being used.  Though the inactivity grated on her, it did serve to keep her mindful of her status.  This, in turn, tended to keep her aroused. She stole little glances between Miss Tawny's legs, hopeful that they would be opened to her today.

henry had been sent off for his morning exercise session.  slut could hear the stair stepper pumping away in the sunroom.  They were all required to spend thirty to forty minutes each day on it.  In some ways slut missed the ability to go outside for a run.  For whatever reason, Miss Karen had begun to keep her inside or in the back yard after the garage sale in which she had been made to sell off all of her possessions.  She remembered with mixed feelings those long, stressful runs under a tight deadline in those little outfits.  She had been through so much since that day when her...normal life...had been turned on it's head.

"Is pig ready?", Miss Tawny finally asked, carefully folding the newspaper and placing it next to where Miss Karen would sit for her breakfast.

"Yeth, M'Wady.", slut answered.  She had been instructed to address Miss Tawny in the manner that she preferred.  slut had found it difficult at first, but had finally begun to appreciate the formality of it.  It was a classier way of acknowledging a mistress.

"What do you think of my artwork?"  Mistress Tawny turned to look at slut for the first time that morning.

"It'th vewy beautiful, M'Wady.", slut answered.

"Do you think your owner will enjoy it?"

"Oh, yeth, M'Wady."

"I hope so.  Too bad you won't be here to see her reaction."

slut had to be mindful that what lizbeth had told her was strictly confidential. She knew Mistress Tawny would be very upset to know she had already been told of her impending departure.  slut wasn't sure how to answer, so she simply agreed. "Yeth, M'Wady."

"Has she told you?"

Keeping her eyes focused on the floor in front of her, she fought through the tendency to become confused as to who Mistress Tawny was referring to.  If she had no awareness of lizbeth's advance warning, she would be referring to Miss Karen. "No, M'Wady."

"Oh.  We've decided to have you improved a bit.  You'll be leaving in the morning.  I will have someone retrieve you in a few weeks and bring you to my estate in North Carolina.  I have to pee."

slut reacted without surprise or hesitation.  For the past couple of weeks Mistress Tawny had been routinely using her mouth as a toilet.  "Yeth, M'Wady.", she replied as she quickly rose and strode off toward the guest bathroom.  She knelt on the bathroom floor, facing away from the toilet, and carefully lowered herself backward until the back of her neck rested on the forward portion of the toilet seat and her head was suspended over the bowl.  She opened her mouth widely and froze in position until Mistress Tawny strolled into the bathroom. It was good to be used in any way.  slut preferred  to give pleasure in this way rather than suffering the boredom of being ignored for extended periods of time. slut believed Mistress Tawny had completely stopped peeing in toilets and was now exclusively using her.  Mornings like this were the most difficult because of the volume of urine Mistress Tawny tended to store overnight and the requirement that slut not spill a drop of it.

When Mistress Tawny's beautiful pussy presented itself in front of and above her mouth, she lifted her head to press her lips against Mistress Tawny to ensure that she could capture every ounce of the precious golden liquid.  slut would drink eagerly, gently coaxing the last drops out before carefully licking the pussy clean and gently blowing on it to dry it.  When through, Mistress Tawny would simply rise and walk out, prompting slut to return to whatever location and position she had previously been in.

On that morning, the only difference in what had become a routine activity was the gnawing fear slut was feeling over the "improvements" that were to be made to her.  Weren't they assuming a lot?  Couldn't she just...run out?  She was thinking again.  She knew that nothing but bad things happened when she thought.

When she returned to her position, lizbeth was told to feed her.  slut's daily breakfast had consisted of nothing more than a small plastic container full of some of the cum she had collected over the summer.  It was fed to her simply by pouring it into her mouth, which lizbeth did.  slut savored the moment, and deeply appreciated the requirement that she hold it all in her mouth until told to swallow it.  Though she didn't want to be too obvious about it, she always slowly swirled it around her mouth, forcing it into every nook and cranny to ensure that she would be able to enjoy it even after being told to swallow. Every feeding caused her cunt to grow hot and her hunger for sexual release to produce all of the physiological reactions that she no longer had any ability to control.  She could literally watch her long nipples grow right before her eyes as the cum triggered whatever mechanism it was inside her that caused such strong reactions.

Mistress Tawny was watching her from across the room, casually sipping a fresh cup of tea that lizbeth had prepared for her.  "Lizbeth.", she said flatly.

"Yes, M'Lady?"

"Check to see if that cum bucket is wet."

lizbeth replied enthusiastically, then reached down between slut's widely spread thighs and cupped her smooth mound.  slut inhaled deeply, feeling her entire body quiver in anticipation.  She carefully avoided making eye contact with lizbeth.  She knew Mistress Tawny was very perceptive and would pick up on any nuance that passed between them.  lizbeth rather cruelly scraped her thumbnail over slut's distended clit before pressing her fingers deeply into the hot, dripping cleft and slowly dragging them upward and, regrettably, out.

lizbeth held the glistening fingers out toward her Mistress.  "Yes, M'Lady, she is wet!", she proclaimed.

"As always.", slut thought.

"Mmm."  It was a typical acknowledgement from Mistress Tawny.  "How long has it been since your little infraction, lizbeth?"

lizbeth was hopeful.  If she reacted well, Mistress Tawny might extend her a kindness.  "I believe three weeks, Mistress."

"Days?"

"Oh, it's been twenty days, Mistress."

slut sensed the anticipation in lizbeth's voice.  She thought Miss Karen would probably make her wait another three weeks if she heard it.  She didn't know about Miss Tawny.  She hoped she would be ordered to service lizbeth.  It would be nice to pay her back for all of the delicious torments she had been suffering nearly every morning.

"Maybe you could get back into Karen's good graces with a little bit of entertainment this morning."

lizbeth knew better than to answer a question that hadn't been asked.  All those years in the boarding school had taught her that.  Mistress Tawny was only thinking out loud.

slut was ordered onto the table and told to lie on her back.  Mistress Tawny positioned her so that her head rested at the place setting opposite where Mistress Karen sat for breakfast.  She pulled her knees widely apart and forced her lower legs down over either side of the table.  Soon, lizbeth had slut's ankles tied under the table and her arms bound tightly together at the wrists and elbows.   She then pulled slut's arms up over her head and down under the table edge and tied to the rope connecting her ankles.

"slut, this morning you are going to serve as a bowl.  I want you to remain perfectly still and to open your mouth as widely as you possibly can.  Do it now."

slut held her mouth wide open while Mistress Tawny took lizbeth aside and whispered to her.  slut was very nervous.  She hated pain and knew how much Miss Karen enjoyed seeing her and others suffer.  To be so lewdly displayed was a humiliation that she thought she could never get accustomed to.  For all that she had been through over the summer, she should have been ready for anything. But, she was willing to do as she was told, and could only try not to think about it.  A bowl?  How could she be a bowl?

 

Karen was delighted to see that a nice surprise had been prepared for her. After such an amazing orgasm and a nice, soothing shower with amy, she was looking forward to breakfast.  Seeing slut tied so severely to the table top was just the sort of thing Tawny would do to make her happy.  She half wondered why slut's mouth was open so wide, but decided not to acknowledge it and let things play out as they might.

She winked at Tawny, appreciating her sexiness in the little robe.  Karen had dressed for the morning in a pair of blue shorts and a nice, cool cotton top. She hadn't picked out amy's clothes yet.  Something else to look forward to.  In the meantime she simply pointed to the floor beside the chair that lizbeth was holding for her, and amy quickly knelt there.

Of course, part of the game involved her acting as though nothing were out of the ordinary, so that is precisely what she did.  lizbeth served her the usual; a bowl of fresh fruit and a slice of whole wheat toast along with a nice cup of steaming hot black coffee.  She began to eat, sneaking bites of fruit to amy when nobody was looking.

 

"Perhaps you might allow lizbeth to join you this morning?", Tawny asked.  "She has been in the proverbial "dog house" for a long time, you know."

It was just like Tawny to use a little scenario to get the haughty English whore off her list.  She supposed the punishment had lasted long enough.  "I don't know about that, but if I have your assurance that she has learned her lesson I suppose I could give her the benefit of the doubt this time."

 

"Oh, good!", Tawny exclaimed in an overly enthusiastic tone, causing Karen to laugh out loud.  "lizbeth, you may have the honor of serving yourself breakfast this morning at the same table as Mistress Karen."

"Yes.  Thank you, M'Lady.", lizbeth replied quietly.  She turned and opened a drawer to remove a sandwich bag.  This she carried toward slut and carefully formed into her gaping mouth.  Retrieving a pair of scissors, she trimmed off the excess plastic so that it did not extend much beyond slut's lips.  Next she poured cereal from a box of corn flakes directly into slut's mouth, then followed up by pouring a liberal amount of lowfat milk over the cereal.  lizbeth then retrieved a spoon and sat at the table opposite Mistress Karen until Mistress Tawny told her she could begin to eat.

 

Slut now fully understood the meaning of Mistress Tawny's statement about being a bowl.  She was,  in fact, being used as nothing more than a bowl.  Miss Karen had treated her as an object  in the past; using her as an end table or foot stool.  This was different, however.  It was something she had never considered...to be so wickedly displayed while being used in such a demeaning way.  It felt to slut as though her nipples and clit might just explode, and she knew she was humiliating herself by the excessive secretions emanating from her cunt in direct view of Miss Karen.  It was a terrible and delicious moment.  She abhorred the treatment while her body reacted  differently.  It was better not to think about it.  If she was to be a bowl for a few minutes, so what?

 

lizbeth longed for a chance to send some message to slut that she should remain calm and trust her.  She knew, however, that there was no way of communicating that would not be noticed.  She certainly could not afford a second transgression in the presence of Mistress Karen.  The punishment would be dreadful.  So, as instructed, she casually reached up with her left hand and pinched slut's nostrils closed as she scooped the first spoonful of cereal out of her mouth.  Mistress Tawny''s instructions were that slut was not to breath as long as lizbeth was chewing.  Once she swallowed, she was permitted to release her grip on slut's nostrils until she scooped another spoonful of cereal.  She was very specifically ordered to behave as normally as possible, and not to chew or swallow too quickly.

slut's choices were to accommodate circumstances by adjusting her breathing or to try to spit out the plastic bag and it's contents to enable herself to breath through her mouth.  She knew the latter would result in swift and relentless punishment of one kind or another.  She so feared Miss Karen's wrath that, surprisingly, her first instinct was to remain calm.  She was caught by surprise and hadn't taken a good breath when lizbeth had pinched her nose, but she tried not to think about it and simply waited.  Unfortunately,  it did not seem as though lizbeth were simply holding her nose closed for a few seconds.  She looked up to see her chewing casually,  fighting her natual tendency to panic and gasp for air.  Just at the point at which she feared she might begin to lose it, lizbeth swallowed and released her grip.

slut inhaled instictively, her chest heaving.  She managed two deep breaths before seeing the spoon come up and lizbeth's hand descend toward her nose.  She thought she understood, and was able to calm herself to the point that she endured the next period of asphyxiation without too much fear.   She blinked the tears out of her eyes, feeling them run in streams down over the side of her head to the table.  She hadn't realized how much it hurt that first time, and was briefly proud that she had endured it beyond the point of pain.  God, she wanted to be fucked.

 

Karen smiled at Tawny.  "Thank you.", she mouthed silently.

CHAPTER 31  All In A Day's Work

After spending time serving as a breakfast cereal bowl for lizbeth, slut was left on the table for two hours while the household went about it's business. She could hear the droning buzz of the tattoo needle in the guest bedroom where pig was being worked on by Miss Tawny.  lizbeth cleaned up after breakfast and was allowed to dress for the first time since the awful punishment she had endured a few weeks earlier.  slut could get a glimpse of her as she moved around the house, cleaning and doing chores.  She looked cute in the little red shorts and matching sport bra top.  slut knew the outfit had been chosen by Miss Karen, and that lizbeth did not feel comfortable in it.

Miss Karen and amy had apparently gone to the sunroom.  Slut could not hear anything of them.  henry passed through the kitchen a couple of times, fetching a drink or snack for Miss Karen.   slut wished he could climb up onto the table and fuck her.  He looked delectable in nothing but the little thong he was wearing.  Particularly the huge pouch in front and his tight, smooth ass.

She lie there, bound naked on the kitchen table, wishing to be used in some way. Her body remained highly charged and ready for use.  The humiliation she felt on first being put in the position had long since left her, replaced only by a wanton desire to give and, hopefully, receive sexual pleasure.  She felt utterly helpless to control her perpetual appetite for sex, and began to wonder what she would not do at that point for an orgasm.  Her ass rested in a puddle of the copius juices that had flowed freely out of her cunt.  Her nipples seemed to have become fixed in a permanently erect state.  She could only imagine what her clit looked like, hard and red as she knew it was.  She pondered what was to become of her.  The things that were to be done to her.  It was all so...unreal, but,  somehow...it was better not to think.  If being bound on the table was what her owner wanted of her, she could reconcile hersef to that.  It was a time to be patient.  A time to hope.

She was startled to hear the door to the guest bedroom open suddenly.  This was mainly because she had been lost inside her own mind,  visualizing decadent things.  Things her old self would have abhorred.  She must not have been fully conscious, but was wide awake now, with Mistress Tawny looking down at her.  She still wore the little robe.

Miss Tawny wrinkled her nose as though she were a little girl thinking about something ucky.  She could be pretty and cute at the same time.  "Has anyone cleaned your mouth yet?"

"No, Mith Tonny.", slut answered.

 

lizbeth heard her Mistress calling from the kitchen.  She had been cleaning the inside glass in the sunroom under Mistress Karen's direction while henry cleaned the outside.  "You may go.", Mistress Karen said.  It would have been a major mistake for lizbeth to have reacted to the call of one Mistress while following the instructions of the other.  "Thank you, M'Lady", she answered respectfully before hurrying off.

 

Tawny laughed out loud when she saw lizbeth.  "Very racy, lizbeth.  Just your style!"  She hadn't seen lizbeth since breakfast and was bemused by the outfit Karen had chosen.  It couldn't have been more inappropriate to lizbeth's personality.  It was perfect! The poor creature looked a bit disheveled, and the wet spot on her crotch more than proved Karen's genius.  "What have you been doing?"

"This humble servant has been cleaning glass under Mistress Karen's guidance, M'Lady.", lizbeth blushed.

"Well, I see it's having an effect on you.  I kind of like the bouncy breasted air head look for you.  We'll have to explore that when we get home."

"Yes. M'Lady."  lizbeth blanched at the thought.

"Has anyone cleaned slut's mouth yet?"

"No, M'Lady."

"See to it."

"Yes, M'Lady."

In only a few seconds lizbeth was beside slut with a bottle of Listerine. "You'll need to hold this in your mouth now, slut.", she said.  slut noted the condescension in her voice.  It was as though she were talking to a stupid thirteen year old.  slut held her mouth open just as she had when she had been a bowl, allowing lizbeth to fill it to the brim with the antiseptic mouthwash.

"Now close your mouth and swirl it around.  Be sure to wash out all of your little nooks and crannies.", lizbeth instructed.  "No swallowing."

slut could barely close her lips without spilling.  Her mouth was completely full, but she dutifully swished it around, back and forth, for what seemed an interminable amount of time.  It had gotten to the point where her mouth was almost burning, which she supposed was a sign that it was working.  Finally, lizbeth told her to swallow.  slut had never swallowed mouthwash before.  She did not want to disobey, though she knew she communicated her hesitancy by making eye contact with lizbeth.  It was with a sense of disappointment that she felt the cloying familiarity of the cum that had coated her throat wash away along with the Listerine.

lizbeth then retrieved slut's toothbrush and began to brush her teeth using baking soda, which she sprinkled directly into her mouth.  She was rough and wholly disinterested in slut's comfort.  Since this had never been done to her before she assumed it was the way Mistress Tawny wanted it. Surely lizbeth would have been gentler otherwise.  It was a relief to have it over and be told to swallow any remaining toothpaste.  Finally she was given a bit of water to swirl around as a rinse, but told to swallow it as well.

 

 

It was with a great deal of anticipation that slut noticed peripherally that Mistress Tawny had removed her little silk robe.  She didn't feel it would be appropriate to turn and look, but so hoped for a chance to lick and suck at her beautiful breasts.  Anything would be preferable to being bound on the table for nothing other than to be left alone and ignored.  She had had enough of that.

When Miss Tawny told lizbeth to help her up onto the table slut was sure she would be used to pleasure her beautiful pussy.  The unpleasant ritual of having her mouth sanitized made sense now...she would soon be put to use servicing Miss Tawny!  But, as she climbed over slut, she did not face toward her, but rather away, presenting her back.  Her comments to lizbeth were odd, as well.  "You are to whisper instructions into her ear quietly enough that I cannot hear you.", she said.  "Yes, M'Lady.", lizbeth replied.

"If I am satisfied, slut, I'll take you to the shower with me and show you how to bathe me.  Would you like that?"

Still somewhat perplexed, slut answered, "Yeth, M'Wady."

lizbeth pressed her lips softly against slut's right ear.  She slipped her tongue into it and swirled around slowly, causing slut to stir.  Goosebumps formed over her neck and she fought a desire to sigh.  Slut knew lizbeth was sneaking a chance to torment her, and would not betray it for the world, if she could help it.  So softly that slut could barely hear, lizbeth breathed into her ear, "You are to learn to please M'Lady's bum now, slut. It is a favorite diversion. If you are to gain any favor from her, you must make her happy in this way.  Blink once if you understand."

slut blinked.  There were no limits.  If there were, they kept shifting.  So what?  She had become a urinal and now would be an ass licker.  What else could she do?  She knew what would happen if she tried to refuse.  Something would be done to her until she changed her mind.  Since she could think of all manner of punishments that were much worse than what was being proposed, she knew this was an easy choice.  She could do it.

Mistress Tawny had very gracefully eased her way into position.  Slut's entire view was comprised of her pretty pussy, thighs, and the small, pink little asshole that she was to learn how to please.  slut felt the warmth emanating from above her, and breathed in the heady aromas of a woman aroused.

lizbeth whispered again, "When you are called to her, she will present it to you much like this.  You must understand that this is a ritual rather than an act. She is not after instant gratification.  You must concentrate fully on the privilege of giving her pleasure.  When you are ready, you indicate this to her by kissing it very gently, with your lips only, as you would a lover early in the morning.  Four seconds is adequate.  Do it now."

slut swallowed, more out of determination than fear.  She raised her head up until her lips were pressed against it.  She felt it react as though it had a life of it's own, and was surprised by that.  At the same moment that she had counted out four seconds, lizbeth touched her shoulder to indicate that it was time to break it off.  slut laid her head back to await the second part of her bizarre lesson.

"Did you feel it contract, then return to you?", lizbeth asked.  slut blinked once in reply. "Good.  Now she will lower it until you can kiss it without raising your head. So, you must not raise your head to meet it, but wait until it just barely touches your lips.  When it does, you should kiss it warmly and repeatedly, as though you are anxious to make it feel welcome.  Do not use your tongue."

slut blinked once in acknowledgement.  She looked up to see Mistress Tawny spreading her cheeks just before lowering herself down over slut's face.  When it touched her lips, she began kissing it warmly, closing her eyes and concentrating on making the little creature feel welcome.  She half wondered why she was coping with this so well.  Rather than trying to imagine herself in a different situation just to get through the current one, she seemed to be, well, relishing the act of kissing Mistress Tawny's asshole.  It couldn't have been the result of the neglect she had suffered over the past few hours.  But, what was it?  She mentally admonished herself for allowing her mind to wander from the performance of her mouth, and hoped the lapse hadn't been noticed.  A fleeting memory of the times she had simply gone through the motions when having sex with her husband passed through her mind.  She didn't feel that way at all. She just, she just wanted to please.  In any way she could.  Even if it meant, well...

"When she raises herself up slightly it will be your sign to move on to more aggressive kissing.  She will rise up a bit, then lower again.  At that time you will beging to kiss it using an opened mouth, lightly touching your tongue to the center and periodically tracing the tip of your tongue around it's outer ring.", lizbeth whispered enthusiastically.  She hadn't anticipated being a tutor to slut in this way, but her student was reacting much better than she might have expected.  "This is a period of teasing; of trying to convince your reluctant lover to allow you to fuck her.  This teasing will progress very slowly.  It may last ten minutes or an afternoon."

slut continued kissing Miss Tawny's lively little asshole while listening attentively to lizbeth's instructions.  It was so...decadent!  She felt as though her nipples and clitoris would burst of their own accord, and had begun to breath more heavily with each passing second.  She thought about her throbbing, wet cunt, displayed so shamelessy for Miss Tawny.  She knew her freakishly long clit would be fully exposed, like a little penis, and that there was no concealing her arousal.  A quick wave of embarassment washed over her. Who would become excited by this?  What kind of...deviant whore...would enjoy this?  Deviant whore?  Is that what she thought of herself?  Again, she admonished herself for getting distracted by her own thoughts, hoping the break in her concentration hadn't been noticed.  Miss Tawny raised herself up a bit...but just an inch...was this?

"Yes, now open your mouth and tease your little friend.", lizbeth whispered. Slut was gratified that she had progressed to another stage.  It at least meant she was doing well enough to get by.  She needed to concentrate, though.  It was all so...subtle.  The signals.  She needed to pay attention.  She became aware of how hot she was, and noticed the perspiration beading up on Miss Tawny's thighs.  slut pushed her tongue out reluctantly, suddenly unsure of herself and what was happening.  She couldn't afford to have doubts now.  Tentatively, she touched it to the hot center of Miss Tawny's puckered pink hole.  It tasted like it smelled; not nasty but not at all appealing either.  What did she expect? She looked down over her nose to see how it seemed to tighten, pulling away from her tongue.  She thought that was cute, and realized how appropriate lizbeth's descriptions seemed.  It was a shy little thing, and she wanted it badly.  She pushed her tongue forward again, more assertively.  She flipped it lightly against the center, tickling it.  She looked to see that it had retreated again.

 

lizbeth could see that slut was beginning to understand this part of the game. "Good!", she whispered.  "Coax it.  It doesn't want to leave you, but it doesn't want to give in just yet!"

 

Emboldened by her friend's encouragement, slut tried flickering the very tip of her tongue on the outside bottom edge of the anal ring.  She noted that it did not contract, and so flicked her tongue all around the outside edge, imagining that she was tickling and teasing it.  She continued this for several minutes, sensing she had done what was wanted and was on the right track.  "Try again. See if it will come closer.", lizbeth finally breathed into slut's ear.

She tried reducing the circle around which she was flicking rather than going direclty for the center.  Soon she had worked the tip of her tongue to the mid point and was swirling it around in both directions, stopping only for a second or two to look at the reaction she was getting.  Then, she placed the tip just above it, outside the ring, and slowly, so slowly, glided it down, down down, waiting for a contraction that would tell her to stop.  Finally it reached the center and stayed there momentarily before dragging itself slowly down over the opposite side and out again.

 

lizbeth was watching closely, craning her neck and straining her eyes to get a view of her student's progress.  "It is considering letting you now.  You mustn't let it get away at this point or you'll need to start all over again. Work back to the center and keep your tongue around the center.  You may begin to press into it very, very gently.  You're simply showing it what you want, and hinting at how good it will feel."

 

slut followed the guidance and soon was pushing saliva up her tongue to dampen the little hole so that she could then blow softly on it.  She thought that would feel nice, as well.  She did try pushing lightly against the center, and perceived a certain willingness to accept her.  There was no longer any withdrawal or puckering, but an open presence not unlike the teenage girl who lowers her arms to allow her pursuer free access to her charms.

slut spent what she thought must have been ten or fifteen minutes working the center of Miss Tawny's asshole, coaxing it to the point that it would ask her to penetrate it.  That was how lizbeth characterized it, anyway.  She had said that when it moved closer to her mouth, it was ready to be breached, but just a bit at first.  It wanted to feel what it would be like before it committed to full penetration.  It was a virgin, she had said.  Every time, it was a reluctant virgin.

By the time slut did sense a bit of movement toward her, she was wondering how long her tongue would hold out.  It was beginning to tingle.  This was nothing like the cocksucking she so loved.  That was more sucking than this.  She supposed with lots of practice her endurance could be built up, but the sensation in her tongue usually led to cramping and fatigue whenever she felt something similar in other areas of her body.

She pushed the tip of her tongue gently against the center and was rewarded when it opened just the slightest bit, allowing her to get the tip just inside for a bit before it withdrew and puckered up again.  slut reached out with her tongue again, to swirl it around the cute little pink hole.  She coaxed it into coming closer.  It had to know she was persistent.  She pushed into the center again and was accepted more fully now.  Slut guessed the tip of her tongue had made it all the way through.

"Very good.", lizbeth whispered.  "It will soon find that it loves being penetrated, and it will open fully for you.  It is then that you must curl your tongue into a tube and hold it rigid, as the creature prefers to fuck itself on you.  It will control the pace. Understand?"

slut blinked and wiggled her tongue a bit.  It opened a bit more and moved closer.  She was tempted to thrust all the way in, but knew that following her newfound mentor's guidance would be the safest path.  She felt so hot.  Mistress Tawny was gripping her firmly on her inner thighs now, making them burn with pain.  Slut groaned softly, overcome by denial, desire, and pain.

 

"It seems as though your student is enjoying her lesson, lizbeth.", Mistress Tawny observed casually.

"Yes, M'Lady."

"You are teaching her well."

"Yes, thanks to M'Lady."

 

slut felt the ring around her tongue loosen and move down slowly over the length of it.  This was unexpected.  It was not what lizbeth had said would happen, or at least not what slut had interpreted.  She became a bit concerned when the descent did not stop.  slut's nose was pressed flat against Miss Tawny's backside as her tongue pushed further and further up the tight little hole. Soon she felt as though she might be smothered, with her entire face covered by the beautiful woman's mahogany flesh.

"It has accepted you!", lizbeth whispered enthusiastically.  "Now flatten out your tongue and twist it around a bit, to reward it's new lover."

slut did so, imagining how good it must feel.  The grip on her thighs tightened.

 

"Tell me, lizbeth, what has caused that wet spot on your crotch?"  Miss Tawny sounded as though she were commenting on the weather to a friendly neighbor.

lizbeth was taken aback, but responded quickly.

"It is the result of my efforts to please Mistress Karen, M'Lady.", she replied calmly.

Mistress Tawny began rotating her hips, grinding her backside into slut's mouth.

"Did she rub your cunt?"

"No, M'Lady."

"Did she cause someone to rub your cunt?"

"No, M'Lady."

"Did she have you rub your cunt on something?"

"No, M'Lady."

"Hmm.  What, then, caused you to come to me in such a shameless condition?"

Tawny began to rock slowly forward and back, enjoying the full penetration of slut's tongue up her ass.  She was more than pleased with the results of the new combination of drugs Karen was trying.  Neither lizbeth nor slut were aware that the cocktail had been added to their respective breakfasts.  If they were, they didn't appear to be alarmed in any way.  Tawny surmised that it would be useful for the government to have such tools at their disposal.  Karen's intelligence career had been helpful in many ways.

The girls were both highly aroused, and slut was making love to her ass with enthusiasm.  By the look of her distended clit and dripping cunt, she was probably willing to do anything at that point.  If the idea was to create a high level of sexual compliance without arousing suspicion, Tawny thought the drugs were an unqualified success.  She briefly thought of who she might know that could reverse engineer a sample so she could begin producing it herself.   That would be a good thing.

 

slut was apprehensive when Mistress Tawny's questioning of lizbeth began. lizbeth had repositioned herself to answer the questions and was no longer coaching her.  slut was freelancing, but felt that she had gained enough of an understanding of the process to fully satisfy the cute little anus that had become the focus of all of her attention.  She would push her tongue deeply into it each time it came down, then flatten her tongue out, swirling it around quickly on the upstroke.  As it came off her tongue, she lapped hungrily at it until it slowly came back down to be penetrated again.  slut was short of breath, hot, horny, and not at all self conscious of the loud slurping and wet smacking noises she was making as she ministered to the Mistress's luscious ass.

 

"This humble servant is unsure how to answer her Mistress.", lizbeth finally replied after a long pause.  She had no idea why she was so wet.

"I've not known of you to leak like a wanton whore.  Have you become a wanton whore?"

"No, M'Lady." lizbeth answered in a sullen tone. She was a proper British housemaid!

"But if you've been doing nothing but cleaning glass for Karen in your racy little red outfit, which is very american, I might add, how could you be so wet?"  Tawny simply wanted to be sure lizbeth had no clue she had been drugged. She got her answer in the tears that welled up on the poor maid's eyes.

"This...humble servant does not know, M'Lady."

"Well then.  Maybe it's time to downgrade you.  I'm sure Tiffany and Buffy would enjoy your company."

Lizbeth's cunt throbbed for attention.  Her nipples were hard, and the wet spot continued to spread down over her inner thighs.  She was humiliated.  Mistress's talk of reassigning her to be one of the pleasure slaves was a shock.  Surely she wasn't serious!

"Yes, M'Lady.", lizbeth whimpered.  "Always be agreeable to every suggestion", her training had dictated.

"We could pump up your titties and pierce and tattoo you and let you live a very simple life.  Wouldn't you like that?"

"If it pleased M'Lady.", lizbeth sighed.  Why was she so bloody horny?

"Which reminds me, we need to choose a name for your little asslicking friend here.  "slut" just isn't appropriate, is it?"

"No, M'Lady."

"Let's see...there's "Trixie".  We don't have one of those.  Or maybe "Amber". We don't have an "Amber".  I know!  How about Britney?"

Mistress Tawny never really asked lizbeth her opinion.  "If it pleases M'Lady."

"I like it.  Britney.  It's a proper whore's name.  Don't you think Britney will just love being in my stable of whores?"

"Yes, M'Lady.  Surely she will."  lizbeth was relieved Mistress Tawny's attention had turned away from her, at least for the moment.

"Wouldn't it be wonderful to be nothing more than a fuck toy?"

"Yes, M'Lady."  lizbeth could be agreeable without agreeing.  The bimbos Mistress kept as her "House Whores" were nothing but depraved nymphomaniacs who suffered long periods of denial and abuse.  lizbeth would do almost anything to avoid becoming one.  She enjoyed her proximity to her owner.  Everyone knew proximity meant more valued use and more frequent rewards.   The House Whores were merely an entertainment tool.  lizbeth, as part of Mistress's personal staff, enjoyed a much higher status.  lizbeth had known from the moment she had first seen slut that she would ultimately end up as one of the whores.  What lizbeth couldn't know was that slut had been chemically treated for months to ensure that her sexuality was brought forth to the degree that it was now the primary aspect of her personality.  She did not know that whores were created rather than found.

"And it's been...how long since you were rewarded?"

Her owner was rocking back onto slut's face with considerable force now.  It was something lizbeth had intended to warn slut about, but hadn't gotten to it.  It looked and sounded as though slut was doing fine, what with Mistress's soft moans and the loud slurping coming from between her cheeks.

"It has been some weeks, M'Lady."  lizbeth said hopefully.

"Well.  Maybe your cunt has simply reached the point of desperation?"

"Yes, M'Lady."

"Is that your reason?"

"Yes, M'Lady."

"So, you have a huge wet spot on those sexy little shorts simply because your cunt has gotten the better of you.  I see."

lizbeth was concerned and confused.  She didn't know what she would have said if given the opportunity.  Lacking any other explanation, she supposed it was as good a characterization as any other.  She really didn't know why she was so much hornier than usual.

"Go to Karen now and report that your cunt has taken control of you."

Lizbeth's heart began to race.  This was not good for her. Not at all.  Her voice quavered, "Yes, M'Lady.", and she moved off quickly toward the sunroom.

 

Tawny didn't typically play such mind games with her personal staff. The fact that lizbeth was completely unaware that her horniness was chemically induced created a fine opportunity to toy with her a bit.  Then again, the enjoyment she was getting out of having her asshole eaten and probed with such enthusiasm might have prompted a bit of mischief.  She watched lizbeth scurry toward the sunroom and an unknown fate, then began to grind herself down onto slut's hot mouth.

 

Karen chose to ignore lizbeth for a while, even though she presented herself adequately and held her position well.  She was requesting to speak, holding her hand over her mouth as they all are trained.  Karen knew she wouldn't move so quickly into the room with a request to speak unless she had been told to.  They rarely had occasion, other than emergencies, to speak without being spoken to first.  Karen knew Tawny had sent her in with something to say, and it would do nothing but increase pressure on the haughty slave to make her wait.

The wet spot had grown considerably, and lizbeth's nipples were harder now than they had been before she had been called out of the room a few minutes earlier. Karen liked the way she looked in the little red shorts and top, and knew the arrogant bitch hated the indignity of being made to dress that way.  She would break her of that when she got back.  She would do a lot of things when she got back.  It was becoming more and more of a burden to think about her imminent departure.  It had been a summer to remember, but most of her extended breaks over the past ten years had been exciting in some way.  She wondered what it would be like to be free to pursue life in the way Tawny did.

She watched henry.  He was working very hard at removing every blemish on the outside of the sunroom glass.  He had been a good choice. Tawny did have taste. It was always useful to have a male around, and henry possessed all of the right assets to ensure that he was a pleasure to have around.  Karen pondered what kind of a show he could put on with another man.  Tawny had said he was equally enthusiastic on both ends of the spectrum and everywhere in between.  It make Karen horny to watch men have sex.  A lot of things made her horny, and most of them were not in the mainstream.

amy gave a great backrub.   Karen had been enjoying a thorough neck and shoulder massage for forty minutes or so, and she didn't seem to be letting up at all. It was heavenly, but she would need a break soon.  No need to be cruel to the ones you love, Karen thought.  Maybe lizbeth should give amy a backrub for a while.

Just as Karen was about to acknowledge lizbeth, she heard  the distinctive tone of her encrypted cellphone.  A call from either headquarters or the training team was not good.  She rose and trotted quickly to her bedroom to retrieved the phone.

A heavily digitized voice identified itself as "forty - one", which was a relief to Karen.  She pictured him as a sandy-haired young fellow.  His name was Gene, or maybe George.  He was the training team member responsible for tracking" persons of interest", as they had been identified by Karen for purposes of her "training" mission.  The frigate that slut's ex-husband was aboard had developed some sort of unspecified trouble and had been heading home for three days.  It would make port by tomorrow afternoon.  Karen acknowledged the information and signed off.  She sighed heavily.  Though this would cause her to implement a contingency plan, it was not a problem other than that it generally affected her last few days with Tawny.

She returned to the kitchen where her friend was enjoying being reamed by slut's eager tongue.  Karen smiled.  Once she had unleashed the wanton whore inside the former wife and schoolteacher, who knew where it would end?  The little cocktail of experimental drugs had served their purpose.  Slut had become an enthusiastic ass licker in only a few minutes.  That was the kind of progress Karen could appreciate.  Pity all the fun had to be cut short.

CHAPTER 32 Exodus

"We need to cut and run.", Karen said plainly.

Tawny paused on the bottom of a downstroke, leaving slut's tongue fully extended up her ass.  "What?"

"We have to get out.  By tomorrow morning."

"Why?"

Karen nodded quickly toward slut.  Tawny understood that it had  something to do with slut's ex-husband or some other family connection.  She and Karen had discussed what they would have to do if someone were to come snooping.  What aroused Tawny's curiosity was how Karen would know in advance that someone was coming to snoop around for either slut or pig's whereabouts.

"You got a call?"  Tawny asked innocently.

Karen knew her friend had heard the cellphone.  She never missed a thing, even when she was enjoying one of her favorite pastimes.  Karen flashed her "do you think I'm stupid?" look.  "I've got to get the moving company out here."

"What do you need me to do?"  Tawny was unfazed by the rebuff.  She loved Karen's bluntness.  She was a no-nonsense girl.

"Nothing, really.  Just be ready to go tonight or tomorrow."

"You know me.  I'm always ready to go!"  Tawny smiled warmly.  She didn't want her friend to feel bad about the abrupt end to their time together.

"We ought to have more conversations with you sitting on a warm tongue.  You really are more pleasant.", Karen joked with a wry twisting of her lips.

"I am a pushover when my little bottom is being licked.  Guilty as charged." Tawny giggled.

Karen strolled off toward the sunroom, where lizbeth and amy were both waiting in their proper positions.  "Well, ladies.  Our time together is coming to a quick and unexpected end.  amy,  you'll need to go and begin packing my clothes. lizbeth, take your wet cunt and go retrieve pig.  Tie pig to the stake in the back yard, then report to me."

The young women sprang to action, replying almost simultaneously, "Yes, M'Lady."

Karen called the moving company and made arrangements for them to come retrieve her "packing crates".  She got assurances from them that they would be in the driveway at eight o'clock in the morning, but she never trusted the competence of men and had doubts as to whether her egress plans would go off without a hitch or two.

It had been an enjoyable summer, and now she had her retirement to look forward to.  One more stint and she would be free to pursue her lifestyle on a full time basis.  What was best about it was that she would be sharing it with Tawny and her almost unlimited resources.  Karen looked around the sunroom.  There would be no more temporary housing in her future.  This arrangement had served her purposes for the summer, but she had felt clausterphobic.  This was especially true now that she had a narrow timeline in which to depart cleanly.

 

Tawny was reluctantly climbing off the table when lizbeth passed through enroute to the guest bedroom.  Curious as to what she was doing, Tawny followed.  The second she entered the doorway she saw lizbeth push her right hand down the front of the little shorts and begin stroking herself.  Tawny was incredulous. She hadn't seen it, but Karen had been right all along.  lizbeth was severely lacking in discipline if she would break one of the cardinal rules of her servitude by giving herself pleasure without permission.  Tawny knew the effects of the drug cocktail lizbeth and slut had secretly been given were the likely cause of such a transgression.  For all she knew, the horniness caused by the concoction might be overwhelming for even the best of slaves.  In the end, however, she didn't much care.  "I'm very disappointed in you, lizbeth.", she said softly.

lizbeth's entire body shook in fear and surprise.  She quickly jerked her hand out of the shorts and turned, falling to her knees.  "This humble servant is so very sorry, M'Lady.", she whispered.  This was bad enough, but it Mistress Karen heard about it...

"I'm afraid "sorry" just won't be adequate in this case.  We'll let Karen decide your fate."

"Oh, please NO!", lizbeth gasped.  She hadn't been invited to speak, but her response had been instantaneous and without thought.  She was more afraid of Mistress Karen than she had ever been of anyone or anything.  Tears welled up in her eyes and began cascading down over her reddening cheeks.

"No?  I'm sure I just heard you say the word "NO" to your owner.  Is that what I heard?"

lizbeth felt as though her entire world had just caved in on her.  Not only had she been caught stroking herself, but now she had crossed over into insolence and was approaching disobedience.  Mistress Tawny would not tolerate it, she knew.  "Yes, M'Lady.  This humble servant did as M'Lady says, but she did not mean it."

"And so by that you mean your owner is expected by you, a worthless whore, to interpret the difference between what slaves say and what they really mean?"

Confused and unable to think, lizbeth began to crawl submissively toward her Mistress's feet.  She hoped groveling would help.

"I am quite sure I didn't tell you to move!", Tawny barked.

lizbeth was shocked by her tone.  She had never heard Mistress Tawny raise her voice as she just had.  She knew Mistress Karen would appear soon, drawn by the anger in Mistress Tawny's voice.  lizbeth assumed the proper position, kneeling up with her knees spread widely and her hands laced together behind her neck. Then, she began to cry uncontrollably.

Karen was delighted by the fact that the haughty English bitch had proven her lack of trustworthiness to Tawny.  Unlike Tawny, she knew the effects of the cocktail she was experimenting with were absolutely overwhelming.  Anyone under it's effects would be rendered uncontrollably horny to the point that most would be willing to do anything to satisfy their sexual urges.  Keeping slut bound while leaving lizbeth loose to get into trouble was part of her devious plan for the day - at least up until the point of becoming preoccupied with leaving the area.

pig was plainly visible, bound face down on a folding table.  It would have been impossible to keep her from knowing that her surpise involved tattoos and pig, but she had no idea how extensively Tawny had covered pig's hide.  The entire backside of her body, from the base of her bald skull to her feet, was completely covered in ink.  Karen was flattered and anxious to look the animal over in closer detail.  For now, though, the matter of punishing Tawny's worthless cunt would have to take priority.

It occurred to Karen that she hadn't put anyone on top of the hut yet that summer.  Sitting on the hut would be an appropriate punishment and it would provide great fun throughout the afternoon while keeping lizbeth out of the way as they made ready to leave.  On the other hand, lizbeth's aversion to straight sex would make for an ideal use of Karen's fuck box.  No need to exclude anything.  "Crawl to the garage, you worthless piece of shit.", Karen said menacingly.

lizbeth wept openly as she crawled out of the room toward the garage.  Karen smiled warmly at her lover, who appeared to be genuinely let down by lizbeth's transgression.  She thought for a moment that she would tell Tawny the drugs made any self control impossible, but decided to wait until she had had her fun punishing the English cunt.

Tawny nodded her head suggestively toward pig.  "Take a look at your surprise?"

Karen nodded, taking Tawny's hand and stepping over to the side of the table onto which pig had been strapped.  The mural was unbelievable in it's artfulness and detail.  Karen laughed out loud, pointing to a miniature scene on pig's left hip.  "Our first capture!"

"Yes.  I thought you would appreciate that one.", Tawny answered, passing her hand lightly over the area.  "There are so many fond memories recorded on this hide.  It's almost like a family bible for us, isn't it?"

Karen liked the sound of that.  She put her arm around Tawny's waist and pulled her close.  "Did you leave room for our future?"

"Oh, yes.  The entire front is a blank canvas.  The back is pre-retirement, and the front is will be everything after!"

Karen was amazed.  Tawny had perfectly captured the small clearing in the woods where she and Karen had tied that little whore.  Every detail was there, from the fence post they had mounted her on to the switches they had cut to whip her. And there, just above pig's ass, was another great memory.  In the alley.  The waitress Karen had forced to eat them!  That was wonderful, too. It was clear that pig was no longer a commodity to be traded, and that it certainly couldn't be allowed go get loose with a literal accounting of Karen and Tawny's deviant lifestyle depicted on it's hide.  A lot of harm could come to them if that happened.  "What do you have planned for pig?"

Tawny lit up.  She always did when given the chance to explain a creative idea. It was yet another thing Karen loved about her.  "Oh, I have this great design for a display case in the entry.  It will recess into the floor so that pig, or whoever, can be mounted in it below the main floor level.  We'll mount her on a pole that will piston up and down and rotate, and I'll have all sorts of effects going on inside...lighting, fiber optics, lasers, fog.  We'll encase it in two-way mirror so that pig only ever sees it's own reflection.  I'm thinking about some sort of overhead rigging that will manage it's arms and legs like a sort of marionette.  It makes me wet just to think about it.  What a great feature it will be, don't you think?"

Karen was laughing at the way in which Tawny got carried away describing her plan.  She knew that it would come to fruition at some point and would be a first-class amenity in Tawny's palacial mountain home.  "Yes, I think.", she answered warmly.  She kissed Tawny softly on her lips, whispering, "Thank you for my gift, and thank you for coming to see me."

"I wish it didn't have to end so quickly.", Tawny replied sadly.

"I know.  But, at least we can have fun for another night."

"We have to be out by tomorrow?"

"Yes.  Noon at the latest."

"Bitch!"

"Cunt!"

 

lizbeth knelt up on the warm concrete of the garage floor.  She was crying uncrontrollably, the tears falling down over the little red sports bra top Mistress Karen had made her wear.  As troubling as the fear she held for Mistress Karen and the punishment she would be receiving, the unfettered lust that emanated out of her burning hot, wet cunt was more than she could bear. She had never had to reconcile two competing emotions in this way before, and was simply having a meltdown from the pressure.  She wondered if Mistress Tawny were serious about making her into one of the household whores.  She thought that perhaps she could never be rehabilitated to the degree of trust she had enjoyed up until then.  To be caught as she had been...she knew she was a great disappointment, and this troubled her very deeply.

She hadn't been in position for more than a minute or two when henry entered. He silently moved across in front of her and opened the large cabinet that housed many of Mistress Karen's terrible implements.  In seconds, he had fitted the leather hood over her head and buckled the straps that ran up from the base of her scull to the top of her head.  He forced the black rubber penis gag between her lips and snapped it to the hood down along her jawline, then zipped closed the eye openings, rendering her unable to see anything but blackness.  He placed cuffs on her wrists, ankles, elbows, and knees, then helped her to a standing position so that he could strip the shorts and bra top from her body. The heat in the garage was stifling.  Combined with the effects of the hood and her fear, she had begun to perspire at a pace that caused her entire body to become slick with perspiration.  She could feel it pouring down over her in teasing little streams.  It reminded her of the torture she had suffered in the back yard, impaled on the steel rods and suffering random shocks throughout what must have been several hours of brutal punishment.  Would this be worse?  She immediately regretted not trying to escape.  Now that she was hooded and henry was latching her wrists and elbows together in front of her, there would be no avoiding what would come.  He must have fastened a line to her wrist cuffs, for he quickly and very forcefully jerked her arms up over her head and tugged several times until she was only able to support herself on her toes with her legs together.  Then, nothing.

 

slut had heard the entire exchange between lizbeth and the Mistresses.  She had been trying to eavesdrop on the muted conversation taking place between her owners after lizbeth had crawled off in tears for the garage.  What interfered with her ability to concentrate on listening was the unbelievable horniness she was experiencing on the table.  Her tongue felt cramped and sore from spending so much time servicing Miss Tawny, but her nipples and cunt were raging for attention that just didn't seem to be in the offing.  It made her crazy, being bound that way and left useless.  Oh, if only she could be fucked!  She would do anything to be fucked!  Anything!  More out of frustration and lust than any conscious thought, she began to moan.

henry had passed through behind her.  She had twisted her neck radically to try to get a view of his body, but had failed.  Miss Karen had whispered some instruction to him and he had gone to the garage, presumably to prepare lizbeth for her punishment.  slut wondered if the punishment could be any worse than the fate she was suffering.  Even the white lightning bite of a whip on her cunt would be better than this, this, infernal nothingness!  "Please!", she cried out.

"Problem?", Karen asked.

slut blinked herself out of the unsated sexual reverie she was floating in to focus on the shape beside her.  Oh, God!  "Oh, God!", slut blurted errantly. She was instantly rewarded for her transgression by a series of brutally hard slaps across her face.  Now she was tearing up, her chest heaving for breath that just didn't seem as though it would ever come.  Her face throbbed, then seemed to go numb.

"Amy!", Karen called.  When the little beauty appeared Karen nodded toward the gaping, swollen bare cunt that seemed to be giving slut so much trouble. "slut's cunt has gone into overdrive, sweetie.  See that it's packed full of ice for me."

"Yes, M'lady.", Amy answered.  She curtsied, then moved quickly into the kitchen to retrieve the ice bin from the freezer.  It was full.  She placed it between slut's legs and began pushing cubes, one at a time, between the slick, swollen lips and deep into slut's cunt.

"When it is full, take pig out into the back yard and chain it to the stake, then finish packing my things.  Are you almost through?"

"Yes, M'Lady.", Amy answered enthusiastically.

"I can always count on you, Amy.", Karen said softly as she strolled off toward the garage.   Henry was just tying off the line that secured lizbeth to the eyehook in the ceiling.  He snapped into his position to await further instructions.   Karen explained to henry that Tawny's visit was coming to an earlier than expected end, and that he needed to begin to pack up most of her toys and equipment in the garage.  She specified what should be put away and sealed into each wooden crate, and which crates to move over toward the garage door.  She told him that if he was unclear on anything, that he should find her and ask.  As henry turned to begin his task, Karen heard a car pull into the driveway.

She quickly retraced her steps to the guest bedroom, where she had a concealed vantage point from which to see the driveway.  Tawny noted the expression of alarm on her face, and followed her without speaking.  Through the sheers Karen was quite surprised to see a sailor in dress whites climbing out of a small sedan.  She immediately knew it was slut's ex.  She had disposed of enough pictures of him to be able to spot him anywhere.  "Those fucking morons!", she gasped, half under her breath.  Thinking quickly, she took Tawny's hand and pulled her into the kitchen, closing the door to the guest bedroom behind her. slut was groaning loudly, unhappy and frustrated at being stuffed full of ice cubes.  amy assumed her position when the Mistresses entered.

"Take slut into the garage immediately.  Gag her and secure her there.  Stay in the garage.  Tell henry to be quiet and wait."

amy sensed the urgency in Mistress Karen's voice.  "Yes, M'Lady.", she replied. She moved under the table and untied slut's bindings, stood to help slut down off the table, and guided her efficiently out of the room and to the garage. Just as she was closing the door to the garage behind her, the doorbell rang.

"Shit!", Karen blurted.

Tawny was slightly bemused, though careful and sensitive enough not to show any sign of it.  She had never seen Karen loose her cool like this.  "Husband?", she asked innocently.

Karen nodded in reply, then hurried off toward her bedroom.  She returned almost instantly, slipping her stun gun into the waistband of her shorts at the small of her back.  Tawny was smiling at her, as though nothing were happening at all. "What?", Karen asked in a half whisper.   She was flabbergasted that Tawny seemed not to understand the situation.

"Relax.  Have fun!  We've been through worse than this!", Tawny said reassuringly.  "I'm with you...we'll be fine.  Want me to get the door?"

Tawny's confidence would have been contagious if Karen had more time to absorb it.  "No.", she said, taking a deep breath.  She told herself to let time slow down, and to breath easily. Karen opened the door with the thought that she was being disturbed by an unexpected visitor.  This would cause everything to flow.  She always performed better when she could create the proper mental context.  When she had a full view of the man, she smiled and looked him up and down, as though he were a pleasant surprise.  "Hi!", she said cheerily.

"Hello.", he said flatly.  "I'm looking for my wife."  There was no smile.

Pretending to notice his nametag for the first time, she motioned with her finger toward his former home.  "Oh.  You're Carol's ex?"  Karen was confident she had inserted just enough empathy into the question.  His eyes seemed to brighten, but just a bit.  He saw a glimmer of hope.  Maybe she would be able to help him.  She wanted him to think he had found a friend, to put him at ease. She didn't need for him to be jumpy.  He nodded.

"Do you know how I can get in touch with her?", he asked.

"Oh, I'm so sorry.  I'm being rude.  Won't you come in?"  Karen reminded herself of June Cleaver.  Very domestic.  Very polite.  Very dangerous.  He stepped through the doorway as she moved off to the side, closing it behind him.  There stood Tawny, all five feet six inches of exotic asian beauty, completely naked. Karen had assumed that she would have stepped out of view to put some clothes on while she was answering the door.  This was almost as big a surprise to her as it obviously was to the dumb sailor.  Karen started to feel her temper rise, then remembered what Tawny had said about making it fun.  Now that they had him inside, he wasn't getting out again.  She decided in an instant to have some fun with it.  She allowed Tawny, who stood near the entry to the kitchen just as casually as you please, and the sailor, to stare at each other for a few long, awkward seconds before saying, "You are such a slut!  Go put some clothes on, Mandy!"

With an overexaggerated look of surprise on her face, Tawny replied in a thick Puerto Rican accent, "Joo no mine me strutteeng my stuff all morneen, beech! Now joo wan me to cover up my shit juss because Mr. Sailorman is here?"

Karen raised her voice.  "Just go get dressed, okay?"

"Joo ain't da boss a' me.  Maybe sailorman like what he sees, no?", Tawny cooed.

"I'm so sorry, ah...what was your name?" Karen asked.

"Tom. Tom Sizemore."

"Oooohh!  He ees the ol man of that sexy beech that use to leeve ness door.", Tawny exclaimed excitedly, waving a finger back and forth in the air.  "She had one sweet pussy!"  She reached down with her left hand and cupped her pussy. "Mmmm.  Make me hooony juss thinkin' bout her."

"Mandy!  You're being rude!  He is looking for her!  He's here for our help, not to hear your shit!"

"Where she go to, Barbie?  Din she go to Costa wif dat lil dyke bitch sister? Din she go chaseen after some black cock?" Karen knew that statement would play well in his mind.  She had sent him a nice collection of glossies of Carol sucking and fucking her black Marine boyfriend. He was probably fairly well scrambled in his thinking by then.

"Whatever.  Would you be a sweetie and get the poor man a beer?  Come on, Tom, let's go talk in the sunroom."  Karen hooked her arm into his and led him down the hallway into her favorite room.  She got him situated comfortably on the loveseat and took the chair beside him, leaving the space next to him for Tawny. Who knew how far she'd go?

He seemed very tired and disoriented.  She thought she would take the initiative and start an interview.  It was what she did.   There was information that needed to be acquired and she would have it in short order.  "Carol said you were out to sea.  Just get back today?"

"Yes...some problems with the propulsion system.  We came in early."

"Well, I suppose that's good.  When did you last hear from Carol?"

"I got a postcard from Costa Rica.  It said she was sorry but had no regrets. It was a goodbye, I think."

Karen had managed that.  It had obviously worked.  "So...you are still hoping to...get back with her?"  She could see that he was trying to cope with all that Tawny had laid on him.  Not only had he been reminded of his wife's sudden taste for black men, but now he had to process the thought that she was bisexual.

"I don't know.  She sold all my stuff...the house.  She owes me."

"Uh huh.  What brings you here?"  No sense in meandering around the bush, Karen thought.  He was adequately distracted and would not think the question strange.

"Oh.  Sorry.  I only know one of the neighbors.   After I got the divorce papers I wrote him, asking what he knew.  He wrote me back a couple of weeks later, saying all he knew was that you had moved in here and seemed to have been a friend of Carol's for a while...until she left, or whatever."  He sighed.

Good news.  Maybe.  "Have you spoken with that guy today?"

"No.  I don't really know him well enough to...to bother him.  I just thought I'd come by, take a look at the old house, and see if you had an address or phone number."

Tawny walked into the room just then, carrying three cold Michelobs.  She was still naked.

"Have you no shame whatsover?" Karen exclaimed.

"Deed you help him fine hees wife?" Tawny answered, handing out the beers and snuggling up close to the sailor on the loveseat.

He thinks today might be his lucky day, Karen observed.  She ignored the question.  "Tom, let me go see if I have Carol's address or phone number somewhere, okay?"  She rose and left the sunroom.  She needed to take a look at the neighborhood and make a calculation whether anyone might have seen him come to the house.  They wouldn't recognize the car, but a sailor in dress whites was as conspicuous as can be.  While she satisfied herself that all of the neighbors were not standing in their driveways looking at her, she dialed the training team coordinator on her encrypted cell phone and asked for a Costa Rican phone number that had been disconnected.  It took three minutes, which she thought was excessive, but not worth questioning.  She put the phone away, wrote the number down on a note pad, and returned to the sunroom, comfortable that it was likely that the sailor had not been seen entering the house.

Karen wasn't surprised to see Tawny massaging a respectable bulge in his crotch. Whatever quiet conversation they were having stopped when Karen entered, but Tawny's left hand was happy where it was.

"Here's the last number I have for Carol.", Karen said sweetly as she handed the note paper to Tom.  He took it, but could care less at the moment.  That was clear.  The poor thing had been aboard ship for months on end.  A naked, exotic beauty was giving him a little attention, and he was clearly content to let his fate slip away.

Karen had managed to calm down enough to conclude that she probably could let him go on his merry way.  He didn't seem to have a burning desire to find his ex wife, and he certainly didn't possess enough loyalty to her to turn down a little action from people that knew her.  The problem was that she could not control what might happen over the upcoming weeks and months.  If his curiosity got the better of him and he really began digging, he might discover all sorts of things that were better kept in the dark.  If she took him, he would be eliminated as a potential complication.  She was sure she could manage his departure well enough.  What caused her to finally decide to acquire the sailor was the simple reality that it would be fun.  He could be kept, sold, or disposed of.

He was in actuality a rather nodescript individual.  Given slut's over-the-top sensuality it seemed to have been a mismatch from the beginning.  The photos that included him had led Karen to believe he was much better looking than he was in reality.  His hair was lighter than the medium brown that it appeared to be in the familiy pictures, and his nose was longer.   He was slightly overweight.  Just enough to make him appear soft.  All in all, Karen did not find him attractive and was tending to think he could turn a dollar for her in an outright sale to one of the overseas labor brokers.  She knew him to be thirty-two, based on some of the documents she had destroyed from his former home.  A bit long in the tooth for hard labor, but worth something.

Karen sat down as though she were having tea with the neighborhood ladies. "Have you told our friend how much we like playing with horny boys, Mandy?", she asked innocently.

"No.  We are juss getting acquainted, joo see."

"I do see that."

He took a long pull on the beer, then set it, empty, on the floor beside the loveseat.

"Have you ever had two women at once, Tom?", Karen asked casually.  She pushed her hair back over her shoulders, smiling. He couldn't conceal a grin.  "Uh, no."

"Mmmm.  Mandy and I really like to share, but we're really lesbians, aren't we Mandy?"

"Oooh, speak for yourself, bitch!  Lookee heere.  I haff a nice cock here in my hand and you have nothing!", Tawny laughed, winking at Karen.  They were both getting a kick out of the bogus mexican accent.  Karen thought she sounded like a bad cartoon character.  The fact that she was asian made it all the more funny.  Karen wondered if the sailor had even noticed the discrepancy between physical appearance and the accent.  If not, he was a complete moron.

"I know you like it the same way I do, Mandy."

"Ohhhh, well...okaaay.", Mandy/Tawny admitted.

"We would really like to have sex with you, Tom, but we just don't like it when men think they are in charge of things.  Men are very clumsy.  Did you know that?"

Tom was swooning under Tawny's stroking of his now fully erect cock through his uniform trousers.  "Uh...no.  I mean...yes.  Men are clumsy.  I know what you mean."

"Good.  We are a little kinky too, you know."

He grinned broadly.  "I like kinky.", he said.

"Mmmm.  Did you hear that, Mandy?  He likes kinky."

Tawny nodded, squeezing his stiff rod.  "Kinky and hard as steel.", she observed.

"Can I get my handcuffs and leg irons, Tom?", Karen asked as she started to get up in anticipation of his answer.

He thought about it for all of five seconds.  "Uh...go for it...uh huh."  Today was his lucky day.

Karen left the room and made her way to the garage.  She was delighted to see lizbeth and slut suspended from the ceiling in a matching set.   Both were straining on their toes, sweat pouring off their bodies.  The ice was obviously melting out of slut's cunt at a prodigious rate, pouring down her legs and puddling beneath her.  henry and amy had been working very quietly, and had moved a number of the shipping crates over toward the door for easy loading in the morning.  They immediately assumed position when she entered, but she had no use for them just then.  Retrieving the cuffs and irons from the larger cabinet, she returned to the sunroom, dangling them in her left hand.

Tawny had gotten the stupid sailor onto his feet and had already stripped off his shirt and was working on pulling his uniform trousers down.  Karen walked up behind him and whispered, "give me your wrists, Tom."

CHAPTER 33 More Fun in Florida

"I'll never cease to be amazed by the stupidity of men.", Karen said.

She and Tawny had been cuddling on the chaise lounge, under the shade of the magnolia tree in the back yard.  Karen was idly rolling Tawny's left nipple between her fingers.

"Considering where most of their thinking function is performed what do you expect?"  Tawny answered cheerily.  "He's not much to look at, is he?", she observed.

"Maybe he has a talent of some kind."

"Hmm.  Maybe."

Tom Sizemore stood before them, his eyes ablaze with hatred, contempt, and fear. The ladies had successfully duped him.  Karen knew that men hated to be outsmarted by women, so he was surely as angry with himself as he was with them. He was in a real predicament.  After putting the cuffs and leg irons on him, they had installed a nice, tight leather cock and ball harness, a collar, belt, and, finally, a ball gag.  It was when he saw the ball gag coming that he started to get a bit frisky.  That was rectified by a quick twist of his distended balls, and he had been much more compliant since.  It had taken both of them to manage the process of changing the handcuffs over to leather wrist cuffs and securing his wrists to the chain that hung from the tree limb.  Now, he was standing up on his toes, causing his legs to flex nicely.  For some reason, he kept grunting as though they somehow cared that he might be unhappy.

"Keeping him?"  Tawny asked.

"Whatever.  You can have him.  I don't care."  Karen looked up to see the moron's eyes widen even more.

"Woohoo.  Thanks a lot."  Tawny rolled her eyes.  "Another workshop slave."

"A gift horse, girl.  You're welcome."

Tawny kissed Karen full on her lips, ending it with a few gentle licks between her parted lips.  "Thank you, my sweet.", she cooed.

"Enough of this idleness, bitch!", Karen announced with a smile.  "There's work to be done!"  She gave Tawny a peck on her forehead and rose to revisit the garage.  Now that the sailor was no longer an issue, the work of packing up could continue.  Even though the capture had gone off without difficulty, nothing good could come of their continued presence in the safehouse.  The longer she hung around after the former Tom Sizemore disappeared off the face of the earth, the more likely it was that a problem could come up.  As she walked through the yard to the house, she turned back to see that Tawny had spread her legs wide and was making quite a show of stroking her pussy for the horny sailor.

It looked as though henry and amy had done all that they could do as far as the specific tasks Karen had given them earlier.  The garage was especially hot and stuffy that day, and allof the slaves were completely covered in sweat.  Henry's white thong had become transparent and sweat dripped in a steady stream out of it as he held his position.

Karen ordered amy to get two pints of water into each of the oversexed bitches that hung from the ceiling, and to secure their collars to the back wall, making sure to lock their cuffs behind them.  She knew they would have their fingers up their cunts in a heartbeat if given the chance, and she had something much more fun in mind.  When this was complete, amy was to bring pig into the garage, fold up the table in the guest bedroom and take it to the garage, finish packing Karen's clothes, then present herself in the back yard.

Henry was told to remove his thong, then to retrieve and deliver a number of items to the back yard, along with two glasses of scotch, neat.

Tawny was still teasing the new capture when Karen returned, which was no surprise.  She had obviously worked herself into a high state of excitement in a very short time.  The thrill of a fresh catch did that to both of them. Sometimes the anticipation of what was to come could be nearly as exciting as the games themselves.  She could see by the look on Karen's face that something was brewing.

Karen was struck by how truly dumb the sailor was.   Despite all that had happened and all that he had heard, he was thrusting his hips and grunting as though he were trying to encourage Tawny.  Karen wondered if he thought he was hot, despite the fact that everything about him was no more than average.  His cock was raging in the constraint of the harness.  Of course, it would not let an erection fade.  It wasn't easy for him to wag it around as he was, given the limited movement he enjoyed there under the tree.  Karen supposed that if it wasn't a testiment to his utter brainlessness, it was definitely proof that a hard cock always leads the way.

"Don't tell me that little purple stub between his legs is making you hot.", Karen said flatly.

"No.  My fingers are making me hot.", Tawny sighed, flexing her legs straight out on either side of the chaise.  Karen watched a cute little rivulet of juice squeeze out of her lover's pussy and slide lazily down her slit.  It was a delicious moment.

"And to think all this time I thought it was me!", Karen answered in a disappointed tone.  She pulled her top up over her shoulders and tossed it aside.  There had been a nice breeze blowing ever since they had come out, and it felt good.

"Well.  It might be you now that you are getting into my favorite outfit."

"Oh, never you mind me.  I'm just getting ready for the show."

"I knew you had something going on in that pretty head of yours.  You are wicked, girl."  Tawny licked her fingers and sat up, disappointing the dangling sailor.  He was beginning to drool, thanks to the ball gag that had been so tightly inserted between his jaws that he had no ability prevent it.  By the look of his cock, he was probably experiencing a bit of pain there.  Pain was good, Tawny thought.  She couldn't believe her brief time with Karen had come to an end so soon.  Tomorrow was it.  She watched as Karen pushed her shorts down her legs and stepped out of them.  She was keeping her sandals on, which was cute.

"There's always fun to be had.", Karen smiled.  She moved over and sat in one of the garden chairs beside the chaise.  The sailor turned toward her.  It was nice to be looked upon with the sort of animalistic desire that was pulsing inside him.  It was even nicer to know he was harmless in that state and that she was free to do with him what she will.  She pulled her heels up onto the front edge of the seat cushion, giving him a clear view of her pussy.  It was empowering to be careless and naked in front of a well bound stranger.

The sailor's head snapped quickly to the left.  henry had appeared through the sliding glass door, carrying a bundle in his left arm and the two drinks she had ordered on a small serving tray in his right hand.  Karen relished the confusion and panic that registered on the moron's face.  He had thought he was alone with just the two women, and here came a naked guy with a huge cock swinging freely between his legs.  He began to grunt and shift his gaze back and forth between Karen and Tawny, as though he were trying to ask "what's up?".  They both broke out laughing at his reaction.

"I think our friend is a bit homophobic.", Karen observed dryly.

Tawny doubled over, her body heaving with laughter.  "If...he's homophobic now...". She couldn't finish the sentence until she took a few deep breaths to recover. "He looks like he's just seen a ghost!"

"Well,...", Karen replied, putting on a Mae West voice, "...he ain't seen nothin' yet."

Tawny burst into another fit of laughter.  Karen could sometimes get her going like this.  Now, she was laughing because of Tawny.  She took a scotch from henry's tray and motioned for him to put the other items down next to her.  He then moved over to offer Tawny a scotch.

"Ew...making me drink like a man again?", she asked of Karen.

"No, making you drink a man's drink like a lady.", Karen answered instantly. This tickled Tawny, who began laughing all over again.

Karen followed the sailor's gaze down to the bundle next to her.  The only item visible other than the towel were the cordless dog grooming shears that had fallen out.  His eyes darted back and forth between her eyes and the shears. Very slowly she leaned down to pull back the ends of the rolled up towel to expose her newest toy to the rest of the items henry had brought.  A can of shaving gel and a couple of fresh razors were there, along with an empty enema bag, some nipple clamps, and a tube of lubricant.  Now his eyes frantically darted between the items, Karen's steady gaze, and henry, who had knelt between his Mistresses to assume his position.  The dumb sailor was starting to lapse into a real state of panic.  Karen pondered whether to let him fall or even him out a bit.  There was no need to be concerned for his mental state. "Would you like for me to tell you what fun we are going to have, or would you like for it to be a surprise, Tom?", she asked in a tone that was so strikingly normal that it caused a chill to run down his back.  She noticed the goosebumps with satisfaction. "Nod one time if you want all the details now.  Shake your head from side to side if you would prefer to be surprised."

He glanced around at the trio, clearly wondering what kind of bizarre nightmare he had fallen into.  He had no answer, so he stared defiantly back at Karen and grunted twice as loudly as he could.

"I think he just said "fuck you", Karen.", Tawny said happily.

"I think so too.  Is that what you just said, sailor?"

"Ughmm.  Ughm!"

Karen looked toward Tawny.  "He really isn't very bright, is he?"

"Dumb as a doorknob. I think the nodding, shaking head thing was too complicated."

"Obviously.  He thinks we understand the male grunt, when in fact we've spent our entire lives avoiding that particular variety of linguistics."

Tawny broke out laughing again.

"UGHMM.  UGHM!", he grunted, nodding his head dramatically.

"Oh, look.  The monkey does understand!", Karen exclaimed in mock surprise.

Tawny continued laughing, and finally managed to gasp, "But he's still dumb as shit!" as she fell over onto the chaise.  Even henry had started to grin. Sometimes it was tough to keep a straight face.

"Is the monkey angry?", Karen asked while looking over her fingernails.  She really needed to visit a salon before heading back to Kabul.  The crazed sailor continued to grunt unintelligibly and nod his head.  She shook her head slowly, astonished that he seemed to have no idea that she had complete control of his life in her neglected hands.

"henry, our new friend would like to have his nipples clamped now.", Karen quietly ordered.

henry rose instantaneously.  "Yes, M'Lady."  He grasped the two alligator clips and turned toward the defenseless sailor.  Though very little movement was possible for the man, he nevertheless made every effort to avoid having the sharp, serrated edges of the clips snap down over his virgin nipples.  "We've found that a good grip on the scrotum settles this one down quickly, henry.", Karen said blithely.

henry took hold of the distended balls and gripped them tightly.  Sure enough, all movement ceased and he was able to place both clips without further difficulty.  When he released his grip, however, the man began to dance most humorously.  He apparently thought, or at least hoped, that he could shake loose the wicked things.  The Mistresses laughed, and henry smiled.

"Look at how the monkey can dance!  There's the talent you were looking for!", Tawny giggled.

"I obviously don't have your eye for talent.", Karen said.  "But I do know that the monkey seems not to understand that I am communicating quite clearly.  It continues to display such disrespect.  It really is shameful."

"UGHMM!  UUUUGHHHMMPH!", he grunted.

"henry, this animal is entirely too hairy.  I want you to remove all of it's hair for me."  Karen sipped lightly at the scotch, winking at Tawny.

"Yes, M'Lady."  henry took up the dog shears and turned toward the man.  He started shaking his head back and forth as if it would prevent henry from giving him a good haircut.  henry solved the problem by taking a fistful of black hair and pulling his head straight back, then running the shears roughly over his skull until nothing remained but what he held in his hand.  he then let go and took hold of his balls, simultaneously pushing the head down toward the chest to position it so that he could finish the job.  The sailor was compliant, and in only a few seconds henry had clipped his head down to a very short stubble.

Next, henry passed the shears up and down each armpit and thoroughly over his crotch before turning to pick up the can of shaving gel.  He pulled a spare lawn chair over to stand on while he spread the gel over the captive's arms from the lower edge of the wrist cuffs to the shoulders.  Karen handed him one of the razors and he began to shave down the arms.

"Shaving is such a tedious process.", Karen observed as she watched henry work.

"It's less tedious when sipping a man's drink in a ladylike manner, though.", Tawny replied faceciously.

"So true.", Karen sighed.

By the time henry had finished shaving the man, Karen was ready for another drink.  Before sending him off to fetch it, though, she pointed out that she could still see eyebrows.  henry quickly removed them, then jogged off across the yard with the tray and Karen's empty glass.

The dumb sailor was whimpering by then.  He hadn't been too fond of having all of his hair removed by a buff, hairless, naked guy with a huge cock.  The little clips on his red nipples had served to shift his focus from useless anger to fruitful pain.  "You'll find hairlessness to be a much better lifestyle.", Karen announced.  "Not that you'll have the choice, but there's always a silver lining, you know."

"Where's amy?", Tawny asked.

"Probably still packing.  I gave her some tasks.  Why?" "I could use a little attention."

"Oh, please!  It's not like you didn't spend the entire morning having your ass reamed.  Have you become completely insatiable?"

"I've always been that.", Tawny replied coyly.

"You have a point.  Just this once, though, can we let her finish?  I'll feel so much better once I am packed and things are more situated."

"Okay.  I'll suffer."  Tawny released a melodramatic sigh that made Karen roll her eyes.

henry returned quickly with a fresh scotch for Karen.  She had him remove the harness from her new captive's cock and balls to allow for fresh circulation. When the purple starts to turn blue, it's past time.  The sailor groaned with relief as fresh blood surged into his throbbing cock.  "henry, we must keep him interested while we give him this break.", Karen said.

henry knew exactly what that meant.  He loved to keep men "interested", and dropped to his knees in front of the sailor.  A homophobic panic appeared to overcome the man, but it only lasted as long as it took for henry to grab and twist his tender little balls.  Not one to waste time, henry simply took the entire length of the brightening cock deeply into his mouth.  It was only about five and a half inches long.  He began sucking loudly and with enthusiasm as he had been taught.  This cock would have no opportunity to lose interest, for henry would milk it as well as any cocksucker on the planet.  He took a great deal of pride in his ability to keep men hard even under the most dire circumstances.

"Be sure that the monkey does not spurt, henry.", Karen instructed.  With that, henry took hold of the cock and began stroking it while he directed his oral attention to the little  balls.  He easily sucked them both into his mouth and enjoyed rolling them around with his tongue while he rubbed the underside of the cute little cock with his right thumb.  Already the new captive was moaning. That's they way henry liked it.  He slurped and licked and sucked eagerly until Mistress Karen instructed him to reinstall the harness.

"UGHMMFF!  UGGHMMF!"

"Poor thing seems frustrated.", Karen observed casually.

"Yes, it's almost as though it enjoyed being serviced by a man."

"Well, it was a sailor in it's previous life. You know what they say..."

"Oh, we are seeing clear evidence of it!"

"UGGHMMFF!"

"henry, I please go fetch my number seven crop.  This creature seems to want to wear stripes."

"Yes, M'Lady.", henry replied instantaneously, already rising to jog off to retrieve the crop. "I think you should crop that little stump.", Tawny suggested.

"Imagine finding yourself married to that thing.  What a let-down.", Karen commented off handedly.

"Yes, no wonder she found a liking for big black cocks."

"It was inevitable, wouldn't you say?"

"UGGHMMFF!"

"Yes, I agree.  Inevitable."

"Is there a use for a little nub like that?"

"Not that I know of."

"I would be at a loss to come up with one.  Kind of pointless."

"UGGGMM.  UGGGMMFF."

"Oh, good.  Here's henry.  You say I should crop the stump?", Karen asked seriously.

"Might tend to get you a bit of respect."

The new toy was whimpering now.  It was an annoying, high pitched cry that was not adequately muffled by the ball gag.  He was trying to turn away, as if he could somehow protect himself.

"Look how dumb!"

"Yes, absolutely no thought at all.  Nothing but an animal's reactions."

Karen artfully stepped into a swift, upward arc of the crop.  It reminded Tawny of a fast-pitch softball pitcher.  The blow landed just under the base with a satisfyingly loud crack as the lightweight whip bit into the engorged little cock.  Tawny counted three seconds before the pain made it's way to the dumb monkey's brain.  Of course, it was too much for the creature to process, so it simply flopped around limply on the chain, whistling through it's flaring nostrils.  The eyes showed some degree of surprise, as though the idiot had not thought of the possibility that he had been taken by such sadistic women as the two of them.

"He seems now to know he is not at a county fair.", Tawny commented.

"Yes." Karen added, blowing on the tip of the crop as though it were a six shooter.  She strolled casually around the frightened, dangling sailor.  It was really quite funny, how he seemed not to be able to control his legs as the pain reverberated through his body.

"This one obviously worked below deck.  Note the pale skin.", Karen observed.

"Yes, and the hide is nearly flawless.", Tawny added. "We like it that way.  A blank slate.", Karen agreed.

Karen liked to call out the intended location of her strikes as though she were playing billiards.  She was good and knew it.  "Three upward on either flank, three horizontal across that fleshy lower abdomen."  She stopped to assume a proper cropping stance and to take aim.  "This fellow seems to think I prefer animation, but if he keeps it up maybe we'll simply create a eunich rather than stripe him a bit."

Tawny nodded approvingly when the captive suddenly became stock-still.   He was beginning to take them seriously.  That was good.  "As a favor to me, will you add the backs of the knees if the tub of mush moves?"

Karen smiled warmly.  She was going to miss Tawny.  They worked well together. "Of course."

"Oh, one more thing before you begin?"

Karen sighed.  She had been coiled and ready to unwind, and Tawny had broken her concentration.  "What?"

"Allow me to display henry for our friend, so that he can get used to the idea of being a bitch."  Tawny smiled wryly, knowing Karen would agree that the thought was worth the interruption.

"Certainly, Dear.", Karen quickly agreed.

Tawny ordered henry into the "standing wait" position in front of the former sailor, then whispered "Majestic".  It was the code word that had been inculcated into henry's brain through intensive training and that enabled him to gain an erection.  There was typically an instantaneous reaction, and this was no exception.  henry's huge, dangling cock began to fill with blood and swell to it's full, menacing size.  It was really too heavy to hold itself up, but with the proper incentives henry had learned to strenghten himself to the point that he could maintain it for long periods of time in a straight forward posture that was quite remarkable to behold.

The poor, dumb monkey could not help but stare at such a magnificent example of manhood.   His expression was precious.  It must have been terrible for him to be repelled and fascinated by the flesh log while preoccupied with the fact that he was about to receive his first cropping.  Tawny wondered what his heart rate was.  Probably around one sixty, she guessed.

When Karen could make the light crop whistle she knew she was generating an adequate amount of velocity to produce the kind of result she was after. Heavier crops were much easier relative to the effort exerted and resulting damage.  This crop, however, was her most accurate.  Even though she had to work hard in using it, it's light weight was best for virgin, tender flesh.

The captive jerked slightly and grunted as though he had been shot when the first blow struck at an upward angle across the outside flank of his left buttock.  He did not break his position, however, which was good.  Karen was focused on marking him in exactly the manner that she imagined, and she took the effort every bit as seriously as an avid golfer would take the back nine.

The second mark was perfectly positioned about three inches above the first. Again, there was no melodramatic flopping around and the sailor was doing a fine job of remaining still for Karen.  The welts she was raising were bright and well defined. Remarkably, the first two were exactly the same length, which was very difficult to do.  She repositoned herself for the third, concentrating on placing it just so.  She coiled back, focused on the target, and came forward with all of her strength.

A millisecond before the crop came into contact with the white flesh, the sailor twisted just slightly to absorb the blow on his hip rather than his ass.  Karen was incensed.  She stepped around in front of him to place the crop in henry's mouth, then turned to face Tawny.  She folded her hands together and bowed slightly, as though she were about to address the PTA.  "Did I fail to communicate?"

Tawny, playing along, answered just as seriously.  "Certainly not."

"So, without a failure to communicate, we are left with, what, stupidity? Arrogance? Insolence?"

"Whatever.  It's all the same.", Tawny replied in a grave tone.

"Indeed.  In any event, the burden is now on me to get this creature's attention.  That is, if it can be wrested away from henry's cock."  She glanced up in time to see the dumb sailor's face begin to redden.  "I believe I'll need two short lengths of rope, if you will be able to lend me some assistance."

"Of course.", Tawny answered.  "henry."

henry knew what was expected, and rose to go retrieve the rope.  "Yes, M'Lady." His training dictated that he maintain as much grace and elegance in his bodily movements as possible.  This made it more difficult to move quickly across the yard, due to his long overdue and much welcomed erection.  He was absolutely prohibited from touching himself, and so could not support it if he ran.  So, he covered the distance across the lawn at a brisk walk, smoothing out his steps so as to prevent his cock from bouncing and swaying too much.

Karen watched henry go.  If she were straight he'd be absolutely the most delicious man she had ever laid her eyes on.  Then again, if she were straight, she'd probably prefer a taller, more muscular guy.  henry was as sexy as he could be, but he was built like a swimmer and did not come across as being all that masculine in his demeanor and mannerisms.  "That is a thoroughbred.", she observed aloud.

"But this," she turned toward the sailor, taking his chin in her right hand. "...this is worthless in every way!"

"In every way?", Tawny inserted.

"Yes.  In every way."  Karen held the chin steady, but not to cause the piece of shit to make eye contact with her.  Never in his entire remaining life would he rise to the level of being worthy of that.   She was simply steadying his face so that she could slap it as hard as she possibly could with her left hand.

Much like his whore former wife, he did not take well to being slapped.  Tears practically squirted straight out of his eyes and he began to whimper like a child.  She was surprised at how much her hand stung.  She grasped him tightly by his nose, pinching his nostrils together so that he could not draw a breath. Jerking his head to the right, she noted a perfect red imprint of her left hand on his right cheek.

"Very nice.", Tawny cooed.

Karen let go of his nose just as he was beginning to feel his lungs burn for lack of oxygen.  While he was struggling with the inadequacy of his nostrils for taking in large volumes of air, she began slapping him repeatedly.  When he tried to pull his head back between his arms to protect himself, she poked him once in the layrnx, proving his theory to be poorly conceived.  All of the frustration the dumb piece of shit had caused her by ruining the ending of her summer and her time with Tawny came boiling out at once.  She slapped him a dozen times on each cheek before she finally realized that henry had appeard with the rope.

"That felt good.", she said after taking a deep breath.

"Obviously.", Tawny agreed.

Karen ordered henry to tie the end of each four-foot length of nylon rope around the idiot's ankles.  She stepped over toward Tawny and leaned down to kiss her. "Mmmm.  I could just eat you up!", Karen whispered softly after the long, probing kiss had come to a regrettable end.

She then removed the crop from henry's mouth and asked Tawny to take hold of the rope attached to the sailor's right leg.  henry was told to take hold of the rope tied to the opposite leg.  Karen then stood directly in front of the quivering toy, making a widening motion with both hands.  Tawny and henry began to pull his legs in opposite directions.  Given that he had been forced to stand on his toes even when his feet were beneath him, he was now suspended by his wrists, struggling to prevent his legs from being pulled apart.  Tawny and henry were certainly stronger than his legs, and quickly had his ankles separated by four or five feet.

Karen watched Tawny briefly, enjoying the sight of her breasts jiggling as she struggled to hold the rope steady.  Karen could see Tawny soak up the energy of the moment, and could picture her in a different time and place holding a calf as it was branded.  Cowgirls weren't naked, though.  Karen doubted any of them were as cute, either.

Brandishing the crop menacingly, she took several long seconds to get in the proper position for a thrust directly up between the distended legs and into the tender flesh there.  She was not sure if she could make the crop whistle on a vertical upswing, but she would certainly try.  If the creature panicked it's natural inclination would be to pull it's hips back, away from the source of pain.  She took that into account, intending to bring the crop up in an zone that it would either hit home or find genitalia.  She doubted the sailor was smart enough to move his hips toward her to avoid the blow.  That would be functioning at too high a level than he had demonstrated thus far.

It was an electrifying moment, when the crop reached the point of no return.  It did produce a satisfying whistle.  Surprisingly enough, the sailor made no effort to move until the crop bit into the tender flesh between his harnessed balls and his asshole.  The instant the crop made contact with a resounding CRACK, his body leapt involuntarily and an animalistic wail escaped from his gag-dammed mouth.  Karen stepped back to watch the toy bounce and twist while Tawny and henry continued to pull in opposite directions on it's smooth, hairless legs.  This was great fun!  Karen felt guilty that Tawny hadn't wielded the first blow.  It was positively energizing!  She would indulge herself for a couple more efforts before letting her friend have a crack at it.  It might be fun to hold the rope for a minute or two.  She enjoyed watching a helpless slave struggle pointlessly.

After two more rewarding strikes, Karen reluctantly handed the crop over to Tawny.  Tawny had gotten so excited that her pussy was oozing sweet nectar, some of which she scooped onto her fingers and smeared across the sailor's nose.  She wanted him to know that he was good for something.

Though not nearly as accomplished with the crop as her friend, Tawny was highly skilled.  She hadn't used that particular crop, so spent a minute or two getting a feel for it.  When she was finally ready, she brutally cropped the sailor's inner thighs from top to bottom.

Karen thought it was cute the way Tawny made little cries each time she swung the crop.  She did that when she played tennis or golf, too.  Karen never told her about it because she didn't want it to stop, or for Tawny to feel self conscious about it.  The little Tawny cry, followed by the deep, gutteral grunt and bleating of the sailor, followed by a brief struggle became a nice little rhythym over the next few minutes.  Karen wished she had made an audio recording of it.  That would certainly make the flight back to Kabul more interesting.

They had taken all of the spark out of their captive.  He hung limply, his purple cock and balls still engorged and encased in the tight leather harness. Tawny had returned to the chaise lounge, pulling henry's head up between her legs.  Karen, now holding the crop, began to circle her prey once again.  He was trying to regain his footing to take the pressure off his wrists, but was too weak to stay up on his toes for very long.

"Has the monkey learned it's lesson?", Karen hissed menacingly.  The sailor nodded.

"Push yourself up on your toes and keep your feet together so that I can finish marking you as I originally intended.", she ordered.  Her captive struggled to do as he was told, managing to push himself up and expending the last bit of energy he had left to stay up.  Karen moved swiftly, marking her toy's right outside buttock with three perfectly spaced welts, then laying heavily into his lower abdomen for three nicely placed horizontal strikes.  She was pleased by the result, as well as the knowledge that he was ready for the next diabolical game that had been dancing around in her imagination.

CHAPTER 34  Backyard Games

When henry was given a chance to service a Mistress, he always knew that they wanted quick, efficient relief rather than a prolonged teasing session.  For that, they always, unerringly, used females.  What he lacked in subtle technique he could make up for in pure lustful eroticism and oral energy.

Tawny had opted to use him after she cropped the tender thighs of their latest capture.  Karen watched as henry attacked her delectable pussy with gusto. Absorbing the thoroughly enticing cacaphony of their mingling cries, moans, and grunts, she thought of amy.  Where was amy?  She should have completed her tasks and presented herself by then.

Karen looked around the back yard until she found a spare brick behind the masonry grill.  There was no need to damage the goods. If the sailor hung from his wrists much longer he could end up worthless.  So, she carefully placed the brick directly under him, knowing he would stand on it to take the pressure off. It was a pity that he could only stand on it with one foot at a time.  No need to coddle them, she thought.

Karen left Tawny to enjoy what was sure to be a noisy orgasm, and made her way back to the house.  She entered the rear door to the garage and found lizbeth and slut properly secured to the back wall as she had instructed.  Both continued to suffer the effects of the aphrodesiac cocktail they had secretly been dosed with.  That was made obvious by the way they were desperately rotating their hips and squeezing their legs together in vain attempts to satisfy the overwhelming need they were suffering.

pig had been chained to the eye bolt in front of it's hut, and was lapping water out of it's bowl with that cute little mouselike tongue.  amy had apparently given it a couple of apple flavored treats, as there were a few crumbs on the concrete floor next to the food bowl.  She patted pig on it's smooth head and quickly ran her hands over it's body to ensure it remained accustomed to such inspections.  She presented her thumb to pig's lips and felt it being welcomed and accepted into the little, suckling mouth.  The creature's eyes were bright and it seemed attentive despite the hours it had spent strapped to the table in the guest bedroom.  The ink mural that adorned and darkened the back half of it's body was truly exquisite, and could not be appreciated in only a few minutes of observation.  Tawny was right, this creature would make a wonderful living artform.  Karen looked forward to the final result, but that would be at least half a year away.  She pulled her thumb out with a pop and moved off into the house in search of amy.  The last thing she needed would be to find amy involved in some inappropriate behavior.  She mentally prepared herself, then moved stealthily toward her bedroom.

amy was there, carefully folding Karen's panties for placement in her suitcase. She had been crying.  "What's the trouble, little one?", Karen asked.  She was genuinely concerned.  It was not at all like amy to cry.  Despite her diminutive size, she was the toughest of Tawny's household coterie.

"This humble servant is sad, M'Lady."

"Oh?  Why?"

"This humble servant will miss M'Lady." Karen was touched.  She loved amy, too.   She was a special slave, one worth coddling.  She knelt beside amy, hugging her close.  "Poor thing.  I'll miss you too, but I'll be back in a few months."

"Yes, M'Lady.", amy replied sullenly.

Karen guided her down, turning her until her head rested in Karen's lap.  She looked up into Karen's eyes, then quickly looked away.  Karen appreciated the degree of risk the young girl had just taken in violating the prohibition against direct eye contact.  Had her mood been different, it might have become a very, very bad day for amy.  Of course, she couldn't let it pass.  "When I do come back, you'll need to be punished for that.", Karen whispered soothingly.

"Yes, M'Lady.", amy anwered with a sigh.

Karen cupped her right breast.  Leaning over, she guided it into amy's parting lips.  "I'll allow you to suckle me for a few minutes, little one.  There's work to be done."

henry had done a wonderful job!  Tawny very much enjoyed his frenetic oral style when her need was great, and he had delivered again.  She half wondered why she didn't use him in that way more often, then reminded herself that she was rarely in a hurry for an orgasm.  Of course, he would be rewarded, but she didn't know then just how.  To keep him occupied, she had told him to loosen the captive's cock and ball harness, but to ensure that the erection stayed just as it was. She smiled.  It hadn't taken henry two seconds to have that little stump between his lips.  She was concerned that he was overstimulating it, and reminded him that he should not let the sailor cum.  She waited a few minutes before ordering him to rebuckle the harness.  His disappointment was obvious.

"I think it would be safe for you to go ahead and give our friend two or three enemas, henry.  Karen obviously had you bring the supplies for a reason."

"Yes, M'Lady.", henry answered.  Though the fellow was not happy with having the tube inserted into his ass nor the quart of warm water that subsequently flowed into it, he was particularly disturbed when henry removed the tube and plugged his ass.  Mistress Karen had selected a particular anal plug that henry knew to be the best option for captives.  It was constructed of soft, molded latex, but shaped such that the top was very narrow and pointed to allow it to be easily forced past an unwilling sphincter.  It tapered outward to a modest circumference then quickly recessed to the heavy, narrow base which prevented it from being forced out.  The sailor had made some weak attempts to avoid his fate, but had quickly discovered his resistance to be futile and now stood flat footed and wobbly on the brick, whimpering through his nose.

"While we let his bowels soak, go and check on Karen for me, henry.  See if she needs help with anything.", Tawny ordered.  She moved over to the lawn chair Karen had sat in, opposite the exhausted, tormented former sailor.  Tawny pulled her legs up and back, resting them on either arm and providing a clear, unobstructed view of her wet, swollen, and smooth pussy.  She reached down with her right hand, spreading her lips open and stroking herself absentmindedly.

"Tell me something, whoever you are.   Did you really think I was an asian mexican or something?"

The man's eyes focused on her brazenly displayed pussy and stayed there.  It was as though he were trying to relish a view that under any other circumstances might have been quite exciting for him.  "Ugh!", he grunted.

She pulled back the hood, exposing her clitoris, and stroked it's underside for a few minutes, enjoying the attention she was getting.  Finally, she spoke again.  "Do you know why we're cleaning out your ass?"

"Ugh?"  His head shook a couple of times.  He really was dumb, she thought.

She slipped a couple of fingers deeply into herself, then pulled them out and raised them to her lips.  She loved the taste of herself.   She slowly licked her glistening fingers off, saving every second of it.  "Well, I'm not quite sure.  But, I am assuming that we are preparing a place for henry to deposit a load of his pent-up man juice.  It's been so long for him, that I can only imagine how much cum he'll pump into you."

The captive began to flop around a bit, as though he thought by some miracle that his bonds would break and he could bound over the high wall that surrounded the back yard.  Tawny laughed out loud, then returned to stroking herself. After a long silence, she said, "No, you're not going to like it.  Not one bit. It will feel like a freight train is going straight up through your body, and you'll never be the same again."

She got no reaction.

 

Karen was feeling warm all over by the time she noticed henry standing in the doorway, that huge, beautiful cock standing out proudly, his hand over his mouth.  amy was ministering to her left breast now.  It was wonderful.  "Yes henry?", Karen asked.

"Mistress Tawny sent this humble servant to inquire as to whether M'Lady requires his assistance."

"How thoughtful.  Is she getting impatient, henry?"

"This humble servant does not believe so, M'Lady."

"Good.  Gather me up another scotch.  A nice drink would compliment amy's skills.  Then, go and extend my apology to Tawny, explaining that I am using amy briefly and that I'll be right out."

"Yes, M'Lady.  With pleasure."

Tawny was not bothered in the least by Karen's use of amy.  She knew how much they had bonded and she loved them both, though in completely different ways. She was enjoying tormenting the worthless bag of flesh that hung from the tree. She had instructed henry to empty and refill him four times already, and the water was now coming out just as clear as it was going in.  Of course the man was humiliated by the fact that he was repeatedly shitting himself, but she would have henry relocate him and hose him off when he was through being cleaned.  She told henry to go through one more cycle, then gave him instructions as to where and how she wanted him positioned.

It was a good time to take a dip.  She strolled lazily toward the pool.  By the time she had completed ten laps, henry was driving the three stakes into the ground in the general area she had specified.  Tawny hung onto the edge to watch as henry stood on the lawn chair to unfasten the former sailor's wrists from the dangling chain.  She giggled.  henry's huge cock was so long that he couldn't accomplish the task without it rubbing against the captive.  He, in turn, acted as though the thing were a pit of vipers, whimpering like a child as he tried in vain to keep it from touching him.

henry led him by his bound wrists over to the garden hose and quickly rinsed every inch of his body off.  he then pulled him toward the center of the yard, where he had just installed the heavy wooden stakes in the ground.  he jerked harshly downward on the man's wrists, but met with resistance in his effort to take him down.  Stepping off to the side, he kicked the back of the sailor's right leg until his knee buckled, then pushed him down onto the lawn.  henry locked the wrist cuffs to a ring in one stake.  As the toy struggled to pull his arms free, henry jumped aside to pull roughly at the nylon rope that remained tied to the left ankle, and knotted it around a second stake.  Now the man knew how vulnerable he was, and jerked his right leg violently back and forth to prevent henry from yanking securing the right ankle to the stake.  The struggle lasted only a few seconds, and henry was soon able to step back to ensure that the captive was secured in the manner that had been proscribed to him.

Tawny clapped.  "Well done, cowboy!", she called out to henry.  He smiled.  It was very nice to please the Mistress.

The naked former sailor was positioned on his elbows and knees with his legs spread wide and wrists cuffed together and locked to the stake directly in front of him. He was breathing heavily. The welts across his white ass had started to fade, which made the necessity of adding new ones something  to look forward to. He was in a most uncomfortable position.  It was delightful to witness.

Tawny ordered henry to put away any of the extra items that weren't being used, with the exception of the light crop.  That, she wanted put in the sailor's ass. He could be productive even if he was uselessly stupid.  She greatly enjoyed the almost instantaneous transition from white to crimson that the former sailor's face took on when henry eased the crop handle deeply into his exposed asshole. Of course, he grunted and whimpered like the girly man he obviously had always been.  Tawny enjoyed his discomfort, and decided to have henry remove the clamps that had been so cruelly embedded in his nipples.  The squeeling that followed reminded Tawny of the delicious keening that pig had produced when henry had impaled her virgin cunt.

 

Karen sipped the scotch down much more quickly than was normal for her.  She was anxious to return to the fun to be had in the back yard.  amy's expert suckling was both arousing and comforting.  Karen soon realized she would be content to spend the rest of the afternoon quietly holding amy and sipping scotch, which was all the more reason to cut it short and get on with things.  There was too much to do before tomorrow morning.

She pushed amy's head gently down onto her lap.  "Finish packing my things immediately.  When you're finished, this is what I want you to do..."

Karen rose and left the bedroom.  She refilled the scotch on her way out.  She was amused to see the former sailor staked on the lawn with the crop sticking out of his ass.    Tawny smiled at her from the pool.  "I hope you don't mind. I had henry clean our friend out and secure him.   I assumed you might be using him as a hole for henry."

Karen strode over to the edge of the pool.  She smiled down at Tawny.  "No problem.  I'm sorry I took so long with amy.  She is...going to miss me."

"Maybe I ought to sell the little bitch if she's going to take my girlfriend away.", Tawny joked.  Then she muttered, "Leaving me out here surrounded by penises..."

Karen laughed, then crouched down on the pool edge beside Tawny.

"You are just as sexy as you can be, Karen.  But, those shoes have got to go!"

Karen looked down at her canvas tennies.  She knew they weren't exactly a compliment to her nakedness.  "Bitch.", she hissed.

"Cunt!", Tawny barked.

Before Karen knew it, Tawny had grasped her by her arm and jerked her head first into the pool.  They splashed each other, loudly frolicking in the pool until amy and henry were both in position to await their next instructions.

Karen didn't want the new toy to overhear any of her instructions to amy, so she got out of the pool and quietly issued her orders.  henry, his massive cock still fully erect, was directed to a specific location about twenty feet in front of their new lawn ornament and placed on his back.

 

Inside the garage, amy loosened the hoods on lizbeth and slut just enough to dislodge one earplug, enabling them to hear her directions.  She informed them that they were about to play a very fun game.  They would be placed at opposite ends of the back yard with their hoods on and hands secured behind their backs. In the yard were two male slaves.  One was henry, on his back with his cock ready for use.  The other was staked to the ground, on his knees and elbows, with a crop protruding from his ass.   She explained that both Mistresses were in the yard as well, and that the object of the game was to ensure that they were well entertained.

"Your task is to move quickly around the yard, searching for each other and for the two men.  If you get too near the Mistresses, they will whip you.  I am to give them each a horsewhip before we begin.  When you find henry you must mount him. I will crop you when it is time for you to dismount henry and begin your search again.  You are to continue to fuck him as deeply as you can manage until I do.  The Mistresses will consider rewarding you if they feel you have taken more than your share of henry.  Do you both understand so far?"

amy was pleased to see that they nodded quickly.  She sensed a bit more enthusiasm from slut than she did from lizbeth, which was to be expected.

"Good.", she continued.  "When you find the slave who is staked - and be careful of the stakes in the ground as they could be dangerous - you are to remove the crop from his ass with your hands, kick him twice, then straddle his body and pee on him.  Be sure not to empty yourself as you will be expected to pee on him each time you find him.  After you have peed on him you will replace the crop in his ass.  It will be awkward for you, but you can do it.  Do you understand this?"  They both nodded again.

"When you find each other, you will position yourselves such that you may rub your cunts together.  You will try as best you can to achieve orgasms prior to my cropping you, at which point you must stop.  The Mistresses will determine when I am to crop you.  Do you both understand all of this?"  The leather-hooded heads nodded in unison one final time.

"They will not tolerate hesitance and want a display of lusful enthusiasm." With that, she zipped and buckled the hoods back into place, returning both of the women to the deaf, blind, and mute world they had been placed in.

 

slut had been wondering if she was going insane.  Bound as she had been for much of the day; first to the table, then to the garage ceiling, then to the garage wall, she could not conceive of how she would ever be able to satisfy the unending horniness that had completely taken her over.  She had tried everything possible to get something in contact with her needful cunt, but aside from Miss Tawny's sadistic teasing earlier she had failed.  Now...now!  Oh, she loved the idea of the game.  She was sure she would cum and cum and cum, whipped and cropped or not, she would cum.  She would be the model of "lustful enthusiasm", and she would guarantee the Mistresses complete satisfaction.  Simply being led out into the back yard was so much better than spending hours bound motionless. It felt wonderful to move despite the hood and the fact that her wrists were cuffed together behind her.   She sucked in the fresh air through the tiny holes in the heavy leather hood, and was surprised that not even the slightest amount of light penetrated it.  She could feel the hot sun beating down on her naked body, and wondered if her cunt were not hotter.  Oh!  To fuck henry!  She had to find him...

She was led some distance, perceiving it to be the general area where she prepared herself and pig each morning. Once there, however, she was spun around several times, moved some distance more, spun around again, moved, spun, and so on until she was completely disoriented.  She would have to rely on instinct and whatever information her bare feet could convey.  If she could find the edge of the pool or some of the plantings, she could get herself oriented.  After a few seconds passed, she thought it best to at least spread her feet the proper distance, as required for the "wait" position.  She did not want to give the Mistresses any reason not to allow her a reward.  Yes, she would hump lizbeth. It would be delicious.  Oh!  slut couldn't wait!

 

lizbeth had been spun and moved in the same manner as slut.  She, too was completely unaware of her relative location in the yard.  The cocktail of drugs that she had unwittingly consumed earlier continued to pulse through her brain, causing her to be completely overwhelmed by a horniness she had never known before.  Unlike slut, however, lizbeth was fearful.  She had come to dread the presence of Mistress Karen and was sure something would happen that would ultimately lead to her punishment.  The requirement that she fuck henry, and in both holes, for God's sake, were not attractive to her at all in terms of her preferences.  But, the hunger in her cunt made the thought of it more than tolerable.  She would love to rub cunts with slut, and looked forward to finding her.

 

amy gently pushed each girl off to begin the game, then took up the crop she was to use to help guide them.  She tried to keep an eye on both of them, but quickly found them meandering in completely different directions.  She ran to catch up to lizbeth and tapped her on her right hip to direct her more to the left.  Then, she ran to slut, tapping her until she was nearly completely turned around and heading toward the center of the yard.  slut moved quickly, her heavy breasts bouncing lewdly, the fat, long nipples poking out and up in a manner that caused all who saw her to know just how aroused she was.  Her glistening thighs did nothing to lessen the clear impression that she was beside herself with lust.  She was searching frantically; stepping forward quickly, waving alternating feet forward in a broad, sweeping motion in the same manner that a blind man uses a stick.  She was doing her best to cover as much area as she could in the minimum time possible.  Remarkably, she was doing so in a very enticing way.

 

"Very nice.", Tawny commented.

"Yes.  Given the situation she is surprisingly graceful.", Karen agreed.  "More than we can say for your clumsy English maid.", she added mockingly.

One who looked upon her in dumbfounded shock was the former sailor, helplessly bound to the stakes in the lawn.  He immediately recognized his ex-wife, and was completely surprised by the fact that she was here and not in Costa Rica.  His muddled brain slowly processed the concept that maybe she had never been in Costa.  He remained abused and exhausted, but the sight of her...the cruelty of what was being done to him...was so...

 

Lizbeth took short, rapid, mincing steps.  She appeared as though she were afraid she might hurt herself and so was being extra cautious.  She would tap her feet around a bit in front of her then take a few more steps.  Though there seemed to be a nice breeze blowing, the leather hood made her head feel as though it were one hundred degrees.  She could feel perspiration pouring out from under it and running down over her body in teasing streams.

It was with apprehension and hope that she first bumped into something.  Her left foot just barely came into contact with something.  She briefly considered moving along, fearful that if it were anything other than slut she would surely fail and be punished.  Lizbeth realized that she was in no position to form judgements as to how closely she was being watched and whether anyone else had noticed her fleeting contact.  So, she turned toward whatever it was and began probing.  Balancing on her right foot, she moved her left foot hurriedly around on top of the grass, finally locating something solid.  It was a foot, with the heel in the air.  She moved her foot up the lower leg to find the knee was bent and the upper leg came back toward her. Something touched her left hip, and she realized she must have found the mysterious "male slave" that was staked to the yard.  What had touched her was the tip of the crop that she had been told was mounted in his ass.

lizbeth turned away, trying to find the crop with her hands, which remained cuffed behind her.  Her height was all wrong, so she spread her legs widely and tried to crouch down.  Moving backward slowly, she reached behind her with her cuffed hands, trying to locate the crop again.  Finally, she felt it and surrounded it in her hands.   Knowing that she had to reinstall it after pulling it out, she thought it best to follow the crop down to locate the insertion point.  She was breathing heavily through the small holes in the hood, feeling her thighs and arms strain in the awkward position she had assumed.  Clearly, the slave in whom the crop was mounted was anything but happy about it.  His hips, and thusly the crop, bounced and rotated like an angry bull.  lizbeth thought she could be easily thrown off balance and feared fallng on one of the stakes.  Rather than chance it, she simply stepped away, pulling the crop with her.

 

slut hadn't changed.  She was still deeply fearful of being slapped, hit, whipped, or cropped.  Not being able to see it coming was something she had experienced in her brutal training under Miss Karen's ownership, but not expecting it is entirely different.  For a few seconds she was stunned.  It was almost as though she had been stung by a hornet, except that the pain was much more intense and covered a large swath of her upper inside thigh.  She felt the impact, froze, then went rigid as the white, searing pain of the crop strike shot through her entire body.  She knew better than to turn away or to try to run.  After realizing she had process the pain and was still functional, she simply continued her search in a direction that was only slightly away from where she assumed someone would have had to stand to crop her where they had.

 

Tawny was laughing.  The fact that they had admired slut's handling of her body under the circumstances didn't exempt her from tasting the crop.  Karen was so good with it, that she had simply gotten in position and waited for slut to present the inner thigh before striping it nicely.  What made it funny was the melodramatic way that Karen had blown on the crop, as though it were a six-shooter, while she strutted away from slut.

"Very nice reaction.", Tawny said, motioning toward slut.

"Surprisingly so.", Karen agreed.  "But look at yours lay into those balls!"

They both watched in amusement as lizbeth kicked the sailor squarely in his purple, distended and engorged cock and balls.  His groan was telling.  "Happy accident.", Tawny observed.  Karen agreed.  "Nice shot, though."

Before the sailor could recover from being kicked, he felt, then turned to see, the woman straddle his body and begin to piss on his back.  It was a brief but full dribble that ran downhill over his upper back and shoulders before running off into the lawn.  He didn't much care about that, instead twisting to see if his crotch hadn't been permantently disfigured.  It felt as though he had been badly injured.  He was able to see that his balls were swelling, but was relieved that they were still there.  The woman had stepped back off him, but was now crudely poking his ass with the handle of the damned riding crop.  She had felt for his ass and had taken aim as best she could between his cheeks. Now, she threatened to poke it into his damaged balls.  He lowered his ass to protect himself, but only succeeded in helping her shove the thing deep into him before stumbling off across the yard.

He looked off to his right to see the little one without a hood sort of tapping Carol toward him.  She had a bright red welt on her thigh, and he could see clearly, as she scanned the yard with her legs, that her shaved pussy was glistening and swollen.  In only a few seconds, she pulled the crop out and kicked him, hard.

"Whoa!", Karen exclaimed.  "That dumb monkey sure can scream through his nose, can't he?"

"Yes.  Best one so far.  Makes me wet.", answered Tawny.  "I love that he knows his wife is kicking him in the balls and pissing on him, but she doesn't know. You are truly wicked."

"Of course I am.   Did you think we'd be playing croquet on our last day together?"

lizbeth turned a bit toward the right and was heading in Tawny's general direction.  slut had wet the sailor's back and was sweeping her way toward the pool.  She had missed henry.  Karen motioned with her hand, communicating to amy that she was to turn slut back toward henry.  amy began tapping slut on her left hip until she had her aimed in the right direction, then tapped up between her legs to indicate that she was to go straight ahead.

Tawny got up to position herself in front of lizbeth.  She was not to be outdone by her friend and lover.  She stepped agressively forward just as lizbeth approached, shoving four fingers roughly up the slave's sopping cunt and gripping it, forcing her thumb down hard over the clit.  Reaching up with her left hand, she gripped then twisted lizbeth's hard left nipple, holding her body in place as she began to pump her fingers quickly in and out of the lesbian slave's smooth, tight hole.

Tawny felt lizbeth's body shudder at the sudden penetration.  She knew, however, that all of lizbeth's sexual dislikes could quickly be overcome with the help of the nice combination of drugs that had kept her in a state of hyperdesire for much of the day.  lizbeth had never liked being penetrated.  But, Tawny had other plans.  She rotated her thumb over the slave's hardened clit, finally taking the time to push the hood back and expose it fully.  With four fingers lodged firmly inside and her thumbnail digging into lizbeth's rigid little nub, Tawny began working her hand in and out, in and out, in quick, short motions.

Karen watched slut discover henry and begin to mount his massive cock.  She knew how gleeful slut would be to have found him, and would have to pay close attention to ensure she did not enjoy him too fully so early in the game. henry, as he had been instructed, lay flat on his back on the lawn, holding his cock straight up.  He was not to assist in any other way.  It was a nice sight, with slut straddling henry, rotating her hips back and forth as she slid her sopping, hot, and needful cunt over the giant pink head.  It glistened in the sunlight.  Karen was surprised to see that slut was so wet that her juices had begun to seep down over the length of henry's big stick as his head forced her lips out wider to accommodate it.  It hadn't taken her long to work the head up inside her, and she had begun to force herself down onto it when Karen turned her attention to Tawny, who was toying with lizbeth.

Karen moved up behind lizbeth, reaching around to dig her nails into the slave's pert little nipples.  This freed Tawny's left hand to begin probing the haughty slave's asshole, something she genuinely hated.  As Tawny forced a finger up into the tight, dry little hole, she eased her thumb in under lizbeth's inner lips and worked her hand in just a bit deeper.  She knew the slave well, and knew lizbeth would be frightened at what was happening to her.  Unfortunately for her, the copius amounts of lubricant that she was producing demonstrated that her body was clearly betraying her mind.

"You've never fisted her?", Karen asked.

"No...she absolutely hates to have things in her cunt.", Tawny replied matter-of-factly.  She was pushing upward with steady pressure now, fighting lizbeth's obvious effort to resist.  This was something she had been wanting to correct for a very long time.  No slave of hers would have the freedom to reject the full and unfettered use of her cunt.  Tawny had chastised herself many times over for allowing the circumstance to continue.  Today was the day that she would break lizbeth.  In Tawny's mind she felt that to do so while lizbeth's body was artificially aroused to such a high degree was the more compassionate approach to take.  This didn't mean that the process would be gentle in any way, just that the timing was convenient.

Frustrated that lizbeth would work so hard to keep her out, Tawny jerked her finger out of lizbeth's unwelcoming ass and reached around to dig her nails into lizbeth's exposed clit.  She pinched it between her fingers and pulled it roughly downward while at the same time thrusting upward with her fist.  She made a little progress with that, but was struck mainly by the immediate increase in the rise and fall of lizbeth's full, round breasts on her chest. Tawny certainly had her attention.  She twisted the clit, nearly rotating it the full distance around, and thrust her fist upward quickly four or five times. She was rewarded by a gain of an inch or two, but felt the cunt opening beyond the point where it would be feasible to resist any further.  A long dollop of lizbeth's "sweet English" slowly moved down Tawny's arm, tickling her as it went. Tawny looked up momentarily, appreciating the abuse Karen was inflicting on lizbeth's quickly reddening tits.  Karen alternately slapped, squeezed, pinched, and twisted the quivering, gelatinous orbs in a manner that showcased all of the expertise she had amassed over the years.  This motivated Tawny to inflict her own discomfort on the helpless British slave. She leaned forward to suck the flesh surrounding the clit between her teeth began biting it.  lizbeth immediately started to shake uncontrollably.  Tawny then pushed upward again, and in one, single, raw thrust she forced her hand  into lizbeth's spasming cunt.  Tawny savored the resiliency of the cunt as it enveloped her hand and slowly constricted again around her wrist.  She held it there briefly, allowing what she as sure was the most intense orgasm of lizbeth's young life to crest, before forcing her hand even more deeply into the girl's womb.  She regretted that the orgasm had occurred at all, but the fact that it had made it all the more necessary to force the issue so that lizbeth could not begin to believe any of this was about her pleasure.

 

Karen seized each breast at it's base, squeezing them into tight, round balls and playfully slapping them against each other.  She knew how Tawny could get carried away once she got a slave's cunt between her teeth.  She would have to keep an eye on her to keep her from making a mess of things.  Karen glanced toward slut.  She shook her head in wonder at how that cunt could take that much cock so quickly.  It was almost as though slut were doing deep knee bends as she steadily rode the thick, long pole.  Karen knew at that moment that slut could take it to the hilt with the proper encouragement.  She only lacked six or seven more inches as it was.

She made eye contact with amy and nodded, indicating that slut had enjoyed enough fucking for the moment.  amy responded by placing the crop under slut's ass and raising it until slut's cunt was forced up and over the bulbous, slickened purple head.  It was comical how slut was moving now that she knew where the big cock was.  She would obviously try to circle around to it again, without it being obvious.  Karen dropped lizbeth's right tit to make a circling motion for amy.  Dutifully, amy guided slut off to a corner of the yard and began to spin slut around to get her disoriented again.

Karen again took hold of the right breast, but stretched it out of the way so that she could see Tawny.  She was proud to see that she was pistoning her arm in and out of the arrogant bitch slave.  Karen found lizbeth's muffled whimperings to be surprisingly enjoyable.  It seemed she was in considerable pain as Tawny began to thrust up ever further toward her cervix.  This was good. The cunt simply did not rise to the level that Tawny had allowed her to enjoy. Though Karen had kept her opinion to herself, she believed lizbeth would make a better property whore than a household servant.  There would be time for all such adjustments.

"I think as soon as you have gotten that cunt worked over we should put her on henry.", Karen suggested casually.

Tawny now had half her lower arm encased in lizbeth's flesh, and was greatly enjoying every second of it.  Rather than interrupt her pit-bull-like grip on lizbeth's raw clit, she simply nodded, shaking the abused nub in the process. lizbeth's cunt juices flowed downward over her chin and neck.

slut had almost cum on henry's cock.  She felt cheated, abused, and humiliated to have been denied the orgasm that had been rising in her as she ground herself down on his awesome cock.  Despite being removed to another area and spun around, she was confident she would find him again and again.  After being so filled, she was less interested in finding lizbeth than in fucking henry again. Oh!  She could feel her cunt flow freely down her thighs and simply wanted...cock.  She wondered briefly about the other male slave, the one she had kicked and pissed on.  Would she be allowed to swallow his cock and to milk him dry?  If only she could get some cum down her throat.  She longed for it...the hood was so hot and the penis gag such a tease...she felt so empty...if only she could find henry again!

The poor former sailor was stupified.  He had just watched his former wife, the woman he thought he still loved, the school teacher, quite willingly mount herself on the biggest cock he had ever seen.  Whatever was going on here was just bizarre.  He recalled how much of a prude she had been.  Despite having her hands bound behind her and the S&M hood, she clearly was excited and eager to locate the faggoty guy with the huge penis.  She had kicked him in the balls, raped his ass with the handle of a crop, pissed on him, and enthusiastically fucked in front of him.  Whatever had happened to her, it had brought about quite a change.  He recalled how much he had enjoyed those nipples, and how embarrassed she had always been by them.  He knew something wasn't right when he got the "Dear John" letter, divorce papers, and subsequent glossies depicting her sucking and fucking a black man.  She had been taken from him and turned into something...some kind of...sexual freak.  It was all too much to bear.  His balls felt as though they might explode in the harness.  He shook his ass, trying to work the crop out of it.  Fuck!  The little one that had been steering Carol around was coming toward him.

Karen had left Tawny to continue to piston her lower arm into lizbeth while she strolled up behind the dumb former sailor.  There was nothing like a kick to the balls to get them to mind their own business.  While he was distracted by amy, Karen stepped into a nice, smooth, full kick that she thought worthy of a football guy.  His knees came off the ground and he writhed in agony, emitting that wonderful animalistic keening through his nose.  "Keep your eyes focused on that cock that your wife loves so much.", Karen said calmly.

CHAPTER 35  Closure

Tawny approached Karen, casually licking off her slick and glistening lower right arm.  She had been so involved in fisting lizbeth that she had lost track of Karen.  She was surprised to see that she had pulled up a lawn chair next to their new toy.  slut and lizbeth were both wandering around harmlessly, unable to find each other let alone anything else.  Tawny was sure that lizbeth would prefer to have some time to recover after what she had put her through, but Tawny had other plans.

"What's the ringside seat for?", Tawny asked.

"Oh, I've just had the most wicked thought!", Karen exclaimed, smiling.  "Our friend here thought he'd take matters into his own hands and tried to shake the crop out of his ass.  I helped him with it, but it cost a bit of contentment where his little gonads are concerned."

Tawny nodded as she continued to lick off her arm and hand.

"Anyway, I thought Casanova here would find it quite troubling to be fucked by his wife, so I have amy bringing the harness."

"Oh, that is wicked.", Tawny commented without enthusiasm.  "I hope with a big one?"

"Yes.  Ten inch."

"Let me get a chair.  This will be fun."

 

slut was doing everything that she could to avoid a forbidden orgasm.  She felt helpless to prevent it, however, with the way amy, or someone, was handling her. At first she was not at all sure what was being done to her, but soon realized a strap-on dildo had been tightly fastened to her.  It pressed firmly against her sopping cunt, squeezing juices out which then ran down her thighs.  She surmised she would be fucking the male slave that she and lizbeth had been made to abuse, so was not surprised when she was led a short distance to an unknown point and guided down onto her knees.  Unable to see or hear anything through the full head hood, she simply reacted to the hands which guided her forward, then a bit to the side.  She felt tugging, pulling her hips forward, and knew the dildo was being inserted for her.  Seconds later, her hips were grasped on either side from behind and she was shown that it was time to begin fucking.

It took only a few seconds for her to get properly balanced on her knees and to find the proper stroke length.  She had been fucked by Miss Karen with the long, shiny black dildo that she was fairly sure was the one mounted on her now. Thinking of that did nothing to push back the mounting pressure on her cunt. There was absolutely no way she was going to avoid it.  She began to wonder if it would be better to attempt to control and conceal it or just let it happen. Of course the Mistresses would understand that she had no ability to prevent it. Maybe she could...

Before slut could finish her thought, a shattering spike of pure shivering pleasure shot up through her body.  As much as she tried to maintain her fucking rhythm, the spasms she experienced caused her muscles to tighten to the point of immobility for several long seconds.  She simply knelt there, in mid-stroke, quivering uncontrollably.  It was delicious.  While it was happening she didn't care if they chopped her feet off for it, but as it began to subside, fear overcame her.  Quickly, she began pumping again, hopeful that heads had been turned in another direction or that mercy would be extended in consideration of the circumstances.

 

"Look at how his eyes are bulging.", Karen observed calmly.

"Yes.  It's as though he has never been fucked before.", Tawny replied.  She looked over her shoulder to see that lizbeth was simply standing off in a corner of the yard.  She was obviously crying inside that hood.   Too bad for her, Tawny thought.  "amy, retrieve lizbeth and get her cunt mounted on henry."

While the diminutive, favorite slave hurried off to do as she was told, Tawny noticed slut's infraction.  She glanced over at Karen, who was already looking back at her.

Tawny felt a real affection for slut, borne mostly out of the fact that she found Karen's new slave incredibly erotic.  "How could she help it?", Tawny asked.

"She couldn't.  Do you think we should let her believe she got away with it?"

"Yes.  She's a good slave.  Here, let me."  Tawny got up and stepped over to slut.  She took hold of slut's left nipple and dug her fingernails deeply into it as she twisted and tugged roughly on the long, fat nub.  She then turned and sat down.  "Message delivered.", Tawny announced.

"Bitch.", Karen said flatly.

"Cunt.", Tawny replied.

 

lizbeth felt as though she could not take any more.  She jumped back when she felt amy grasp her upper arm, which only resuledt in amy taking a firm hold on her left tit.  She was led, reluctantly, some distance and was made to step over something.  amy guided her back a very short distance until...she felt...henry's cock grazing the inside of her thighs.  She stiffened her legs, as if she were a stubborn horse refusing to cross a stream.  Suddenly her nose was being pinched through the hood.  With the penis gag filling her mouth, she was unable to breath.  Now it was a matter of breathing or of being impaled on that huge cock, and she knew she was defeated.

 

"Now that one is worthless.  Completely worthless.", Karen said, nodding toward lizbeth and her foolish efforts to disobey.

"She is a disappointment.  Thank you for making that so obvious. "

"What do you plan to do about it?"

"Oh, I'll probably send her down to the arena for a few months."

Karen hadn't heard anything about the arena before.  "What?"

"I must not have told you.  I have a small oval dirt track down in the basement of my house.  It's pretty cool.  Has stadium style seats and lots of stonework. I use it for training and conditioning mostly, but it's got a lot of uses."

Karen remembered that Tawny always used the term "house" rather than "mansion", "castle", or "estate".  She was so unpretentious, and cute.  "Sounds great.", Karen answered.  "I can't wait."

"I'll miss you.", Tawny said softly.

Karen smiled.  The sailor was getting very unhappy with the incessant fucking his wife was giving him.  He was keening at a very high pitch, which was music to Karen's ears.

It was satsfying to see the haughty British whore finally get henry stuffed up inside that cunt.  Now she would know her Mistresses' fist was a mere appetizer. Karen was somewhat let down by effects of the drug cocktail she had slipped both lizbeth and slut.  Of course, slut was fine because she had a preexisting fondness for cocks and everything about them.  It was valuable to know the drugs did not completely overcome discomfort and pain.  All in all, it had been a successful experiment.  This was evidenced, in part, by the degree of enthusiasm slut was showing in unknowingly fucking her own ex husband.  She was using long, forceful strokes and varying her pace.  It was almost as though she were fucking him the way she would have wanted to be fucked.  He, of course, was not taking it with the same degree his wife would have, however.

 

For the remainder of the afternoon and into early evening, Tawny and Karen enjoyed their final opportunity of the year to share the pleasure of owning slaves.  They eventually grew bored of watching the former sailor be fucked, so had slut fuck lizbeth in the ass for twenty minutes or so.  Karen had amy remove the penis gags from lizbeth and henry, providing access to their mouths.  Henry was deserving of a long overdue orgasm, so he was permitted to pump his volumnous load into lizbeth's mouth.  This they had lizbeth pass on to slut's mouth, who then had to pass it back to lizbeth, and so on.  It provided quite a contrast in that slut was desperate to have the cum and dearly wanted to swallow it while lizbeth was loath to take it and could not rid herself of it quickly enough.

Tawny and Karen agreed that slut should be permitted another orgasm, so they allowed her and lizbeth to "bump into" each other.  That provided a few minutes of high entertainment as the two "girls" struggled awkwardly  to get and keep enough leverage as they ground their wet cunts into each other.  This renewed lizbeth's enthusiasm despite the abuse she had suffered, and she too was able to steal a quick orgasm there between slut's legs on the lawn.

When Karen and Tawny finally grew bored, they ordered henry to clean up the well used sailor and to seal him up in the very same shipping crate that had been used to deliver henry.

amy and henry prepared a nice meal, which Karen and Tawny enjoyed in the sunroom.  As they ate, they watched slut take pig on a nice early evening stroll around the back yard, then had henry and amy take a swim.  lizbeth had been mounted on the hut in the garage.  Neither of them had any use for her, so Karen recommended that they begin to get the worthless slave accustomed to a more difficult life, and Tawny agreed.

Such a punishment is made all the more effective when the slave is aware that she is completely alone in it.  So, they had her hood removed just after mounting her so that she could see that all of the others were able to move around freely in the garage.  Her cunt rested quite uncomforably on the peak of the hut roof, which dug incessantly into her tender flesh, making her feel as though she might be split open.  Her ankles, of course, were strapped to the sides of the hut, and her wrists cuffed to a chain overhead. She was able to keep some of her weight off the hut by pulling herself up on the chain, which did help to burn calories and firm her arms up a bit.  She was quite lathered in only a short period of time.

Karen had suggested that they each take a whack at her with a nice bamboo stick she had pulled out of one of the crates, but Tawny preferred they wait to see if she lost her discipline.  So, lizbeth suffered quietly while the rest of the household went about it's business.

henry was ordered to load the crate containing the sailor into the minivan. Karen then injected him with a particularly effective amphetimine and sent him off with directions for the warehouse in Miami.  Though the round trip would be grueling, she needed henry back by tomorrow morning so the final departure could be clean.  The sailor would probably end up dragging logs in Madagascar, Karen thought.

Karen then had amy put on a pair of rubber gloves before driving the sailor's car to a public parking lot at the beach.  She followed in her car.  She emptied the poor bastard's wallet of his cash and credit cards and tossed the empty wallet on the asphalt next to the car.  She left the car there with the doors unlocked.  It was a shame that the good sailor had apparently experienced some misfortune.  It would be such a tragedy if his car got stolen, as well.

 

slut was so very relieved in many ways.  By the time the hood had finally been removed from her head she had been thinking her brain might melt and run out of her earsl.  It felt like the greatest gift she had ever been given to feel cool, fresh air pass over her face again.  she was very, very grateful for the orgasm she had been permitted, and for the fact that she had not been too severely punished for the one that hadn't been allowed. slut was glad that she was no longer the only new slave.  Whoever the male slave had been in the yard during the day, he had been harshly abused.  slut understood that he had been packed into a crate for the evening.  She was curious to know what he looked like, and how long his cock was.

She had greatly enjoyed walking pig around the back yard for so long.  It was a beautiful evening and an easy and pleasurable way to serve her Mistresses. After Miss Karen and amy departed, and apparently henry, too, she was told by Miss Tawny to put pig away in it's hut and come to the sunroom.  slut felt badly for her friend, who was obviously suffering on top of the hut.  But, she had clearly done something to deserve such punishment.  slut's first concern was to avoid making that kind of mistake, so she didn't dawdle.  Besides, Miss Tawny liked to use her and she was anxious to provide pleasure in any way that she could.

The day seemed to have been a whirlwind.  slut had been aware that they were leaving in the morning.  she had been especially apprehensive because of the discussions about how her body would be modified.  It was true, though, that she was a slut and really only wanted to be more of one.  If whatever they had planned would result in her ability to serve her Mistresses better and resultingly enjoy more cocks, cunts, and pussies, so be it.

Epilogue

Slut awoke from a drug induced haze, soon realizing she was locked in her dog cage. She felt a rubber penis gag pressing down on her tongue.   There was a blanket over the cage.  The rhythmic thumping of tires passing over highway expansion joints told her she was being transported again.  This time, she assumed, she was being taken to Miss Tawny's home in the mountains.  That had been the plan for her.

She heard a slight tinkling, and could not determine what it was.  Her wrists were secured to her ankles, so she couldn't search the sound out with her hands. Her clit, now fully exposed at all times, felt odd, like something was...hanging from it.  She shook her hips back and forth.  Sure enough the tinkling increased.  It sounded like a tiny bell.  She had been pierced!  Slut could not understand why she wasn't in pain.  In fact, it was quite a torment, now that she centered her attention on it.  A delicious torment.  She must have been kept sedated at least long enough for the piercing to take place, then heal.

Some weeks earlier,  henry had delivered her to a rogue surgeon for the purpose of having her body modified to Miss Karen's specifications.  She had been bound, blindfolded,  and gagged at the time, and so had no ability to identify the location.  The surgeon had kept her in a cell throughout, and only removed her once to perform the breast augmentation and the clitoral circumcision, and a second time to inject something into her lips and nipples.  Each time she was put on a gurney that he had rolled into the cell, secured to it, then sedated. Each time she awakened back in the cell, secured to the narrow bunk, and was carefully monitored so that she healed properly.

She had known about the nipple rings;  the doctor had permanently emplaced one heavy silver ring through each nipple about a half inch from the base.  She knew about those because there was no sedation, only the pain and suffering of havng a large hole punched through each nipple with what she thought looked like a leather punch.  She had passed out when her right nipple was punched, only to be revived to suffer the punching of her left nipple.  The doctor was clearly sadistic, as he seemed to get a great deal of pleasure out of that particular procedure.

Slut thought it strange that he had not used her much.  She wanted to be fucked and to suck him.  His was the only cock available, small as it was.  He had toyed with her a bit, including some photography, but not nearly enough to satisfy her.

The evening before her departure Miss Karen had explained to her that she had been given to Miss Tawny. Miss Karen said she might see slut again at some unspecified time in the future, but that in the meantime she was to obey Miss Tawny's every instruction. Even though slut had grown quite fond of Miss Tawny, she was more than a little distressed that the woman who had seized her life and who remained the controlling force behind all that she did had given her away. Miss Karen had asked if she understood, and she nodded that she did.  Then, Miss Karen told her she could ask just two questions.  slut didn't need to think too hard to come up with them.

"This slut respectfully requests to know when this slut will be allowed to return to normal life."

"Never.", was the answer.  slut wasn't sure if it was the answer she really wanted to hear, deep down inside.  But, now she knew.

"This slut respectfully requests to be allowed to worship her owner's beautiful pussy."

slut remembered trembling as she asked the question, so fearful was she that Miss Karen would reject her plea.

Now, a smile crossed her lips, there in that cage, as she remembered finally being permitted the chance to service her owner.  It hadn't been all that she had hoped for, but it was more than she had ever been given.  Miss Karen simply lowered her shorts and pulled slut's face in tight against her pussy.  slut worked it seductively, just as she had been taught, but after only a few minutes she was pushed away.  Miss Karen simply was not needful of slut's services, but the fact that she allowed slut to taste her pussy meant that she cared!  That realization was worth everything to slut.

Miss Karen had her write a final farewell letter to her mother.  She explained in it that she had chosen a path that would take her to places unknown, but that she was sure her old life was a thing of the past.  She had to include details about Megan, now pig, to infer that they were together.  It might have been a difficult thing for her to do but for the fact that Miss Karen had put pig between her legs to keep her mindful of her lust-filled life and all of the experiences it had brought her.  Truth be told, she could no longer even remember her old life and what it had been like, let alone think of it with any sort of longing.

It had taken slut some time to come to terms with her new appearance.  She had cried for days after first awakening and seeing the results of the breast enlargement and her circumcision.  Miss Karen had finally decided that even forty-four double d's were too small, and had asked the doctor to make her breasts forty-eight double d's.  She could not conceive of how she could ever be seen in public with such huge tits.  They were firm and high, making it obvious to anyone that they were full of silicone.  Her oversize clit, with the protective folds of delicate flesh that protected it removed, stood out on permanent display like a little penis.  The doctor had told her that any clothing she wore over her cunt would surely cause a creat deal of stimulation, and had added that most circumcisions were performed on "bitches" (as he put it) who were likely to be kept naked on a permanent basis.  Slut didn't know what to make of that, so she tried not to think about it.

After her nipples and lips were done she again suffered a brief period of depression.  Her nipples had been filled with something that not only kept them hard and fully extended, but that seemed to make them even longer than they had been.  She could not imagine herself ever functioning in any normal capacity in society again.  The lewdness of her huge tits with the freakishly long, fat nipples was almost more than she could bear at first.  Her lips had been made much fuller, and though it took some getting used to, she did at least admit to herself that her appearance had been improved.  She was anxious to get her new lips around henry's cock again, to try them out.  In addition to everything else that had been done to her, now,  she was sure, a bell hung from her clit.

The vehicle droned on, and slut felt very tired, there in the cage.  She didn't know where she was being taken or what her life would be like.  She closed her eyes and sucked on the penis gag, imagining it to be henry.  Her bell tinkled a few more times before she slipped off into a deep sleep.

 

Enroute to Kabul, via Lisbon and Istanbul, Karen had taken an interest in one of the stewardesses.  She had surrepticiously surveyed the girl from every angle, and had paid close attention to all of the nuances of her facial expressions and postures.  She appreciated her tonal inflections and the lilt in her voice. Karen had told her that she was very impressed and wanted to commend her to the carrier's management.  She wrote down her name.  Cassandra Meekins.  The new training team in McLean could check it out for her.  She might be interested in taking Cassandra in six months, when she planned to retire.  Cassandra would make a nice addition to the household, once properly trained.

Karen reflected on her summer in Florida and thought that it was just about as good as it could have been.  The safe house's location in a suburban neighborhood had a suppressive effect on her activities, but it was the best she could do under the circumstances.  She was satisfied with slut and glad that Tawny was, too.  They had both agreed that slut would serve as their collective household whore while being responsible for the housekeeping and laundry otherwise.

By the time Karen returned, Tawny would have had some modifications done to pig. They had no use for it's vocal cords and would have them rendered inoperable.  A pair of ribs would be removed to improve pig's shape - that was something they both wanted.  The good doctor would also sterilize pig so that it could receive seed without any concern that it might end up with a piglet inside it.  Tawny would also have continued to use pig's body as an illustration board.  Karen looked forward to seeing the final result.  She was sure it would make her wet.

On their last evening together, Karen and Tawny had made love almost continuously.  Karen still bore the wounds three days later.  She laughed quietly, remembering Tawny's last words to her before they parted company. "Cunt!", she had said.  "Bitch!", Karen had replied.  She loved that little thing.  For the first time, Karen looked forward to bringing a close to her career and to starting a new one with Tawny.

 

She had flown from Florida to CIA headquarters to get her orders and a few briefings, took the train to New York, and had flown out from there.  She had been told that there was a lot of optimism that Osama would be captured or killed within the next three to six weeks.  She wanted to be there, at least in-country, when it happened.  It would be an outstanding cap to a stellar career to have a chance to test herself against that fucking bastard.  Maybe she could kick him once or twice in the balls.  Arabs like him just loved that.

Cassandra Meekins.  She took out her day planner and wrote the name down.  Six months would come soon enough, and one could never be guilty of over planning.

The End