Taking Carol - Chapter 5 - 9

V. Transition

Karen made a mental note to check on the slut every half hour.  She would need to be watered periodically to keep from wilting.  She had enjoyed her time getting the stupid bitch under control and was well satisfied with the progress so far.

It had already been a long day for her, considering that she had just driven in that morning from a debriefing in Arlington, Virginia the night before.  She decided to go back to her home and regroup.  After a quick search she found the slut's house keys.  She put her heels back on and picked up her jacket.  Locking the door behind her, she made her way across the yard to her home.   After a quick   shower she got dressed in some workout clothes and put her supplies in her gymbag before heading back over for more fun.

Back in the slut's house, she poured herself another scotch before going into the garage and loading all of the discarded clothes into the trunk of the slut's Toyota.  She had noted earlier that the car was fairly new and didn't exhibit any identifying marks such as custom paint, wheels or bumper stickers that would make it recognizeable.  Next she went to the office and looked for anything that would be of use to her.  She searched through the slut's purse and wallet, taking   IDs, credit cards, and cash before dumping everything else in the trash can.

She found the number of a 24 hour a day locksmith in the yellow pages and called in a work order to have the locks rekeyed on the entry door and the side door to the garage.  She used the slut's name.

Finding a couple of brown paper shopping bags under the kitchen sink, she took them to the bedroom and placed all of the slut's remaining clothes in them before dropping them on the garage floor.  She double checked to make sure no clothing of any kind remained in the bedroom, and returned the vibrator, dildo, and books to the nightstand drawer.  Karen took the razor and shaving cream back to the master bathroom and disposed of the washcloth.

Next, she opened her gymbag and began installing the surveillance equipment the agency had asked her to test.  It was all cordless, nearly undetectable, and was supposed to proved better clarity than anything previously available.  She installed video throughout the house and emplaced audio bugs on her phones.  She was also testing a new software program that tracked activity and broadcast it to a remote location.  What was left in the bag when she finished was the tracking and "body" audio she would make use of in the morning.  She turned the TV on in the bedroom and quickly returned to her home to verify that the monitor and recording bank were picking everything up.  Seeing that all was well, she returned next door.

It was time to check on the slut.

Carol had experienced a great deal of difficulty in controlling her thinking since being left bound as she was in the hot sun.  Her feet had long since gone numb, as had her nipples.  The clothespins on her pussy were especially annoying.  She couldn't look down at them because the noose wouldn't allow it, and simply found herself watching the clouds float lazily by while torrents of jumbled thoughts continued to rush through her consciousness.  She had no clue how much time had passed, but was so very relieved to see Miss Karen returning through the sliding door.

She had changed into a short pair of bike shorts and a loose t-shirt, and looked even prettier than she had in the suit.  She even smiled warmly as she approached.

"Thirsty?" she asked enthusiastically.

Carol nodded as another rivulet of sweat ran through her brow and into her left eye.  Karen playfully wiped some of the sweat off her forehead before holding the glass up to Carol's lips.  With the panties pressed so firmly toward the back of her mouth, there was no chance of her being able to take a drink.  She soon realized that Karen only intended to saturate the panties, allowing Carol to at least get some moisture through them.  It took a few minutes for the entire glass to be fully absorbed and sucked through the panties.

Before returning to the house, Karen dragged a finger gently upward along Carol's slit to verify that she was still wet.  She scraped a fingernail along the underside of her clit, eliciting an involuntary spasm before holding her fingers up to see them glisten in the slowly dwindling light of that Sunday evening in June.  This time, Karen brought it to her lips for an experimental first taste.    "Mmmmm.", she coo'd melodramatically.

Karen returned quickly to the house and stripped the slut's bed, throwing all of the bedding in the laundry room.  She went to the kitchen and made herself a nice salad to eat while she waited for the locksmith to arrive.  Just as she was finishing up, the doorbell rang.  Playing the part of the homeowner, Karen directed the man to change out the entry and garage door locks.  She watched TV while he worked.   When he was finished, she paid him in the cash she had taken from the slut's purse, tipping him ten dollars for his trouble.  He seemed very happy before she sent him off on his merry way.  Karen took the receipt he had given her and placed it in her bag for safekeeping.  It would be of use later.

She quickly returned to her suffering captive and asked if she was ready to obey her orders.

Of course Carol nodded "yes".  She had lost all feeling in her feet and had begun wondering how long she could stand there without losing her balance and being choked by the noose.  It seemed like she had been there forever, although she knew it was probably less than two hours.  The sun was just then sinking behind the trees at the back of her yard, casting long shadows and bringing a bit of relief from the heat.

Karen decided to take the clothespins off the bitch while she was still gagged. She reached down to pinch and twist that lovely little clit just to ensure the slut was feeling more than a little conflicted when she removed the clothespins. Her pussy was still satisfactorily wet, which was a good thing.  She removed and dropped the clothespins that she had attached to Carol's pussy, then reached up to simultaneously unclasp the clothespins from her engorged nipples.

Carol was relieved when the pins were taken off her pussy.  They had been annoying, like a scratch she couldn't itch.  The pins on her nipples were different, however.  Carol first winced, then screamed into her gag as the blood pulsed back into her nipples, arousing raw nerve endings and lighting Carol up as she had never been before.  She thought she understood what it would feel like to have red hot pokers applied to her nipples, they hurt so much.  Through her tear and sweat-streaked eyes she saw Miss Karen smiling delightedly at her.

"Isn't this fun?", she cooed.

As the pain was slowly fading into something tolerable, Carol  noted with relief that Miss Karen was untying the knot that had secured the noose to the poolhouse.  She pulled the loose rope over Carol's shoulder and took hold of it as though it were a leash.

"Come now, my slut.  Time for a walk.", Karen ordered casually.

As Carol tried to awkwardly comply, it felt as though a thousand needles were being pressed into the bottom of her feet.  She had never spent much time in heels and wasn't accustomed to them, especially under circumstances where she had to stand in them for so long without being able to move.  Her knees were still tied together, causing her to have to splay out her feet in order to take small steps.  She felt so clumsy as Miss Karen led her slowly along the side of the pool toward the small area of lawn Carol and her husband maintained at the rear portion of the yard.  She was grateful to be moving, but still fearful and confused as to what might happen next.

Karen carefully led her new pet to the center of the grassy part of the back yard and turned her to face the house.  Leaning in so close that her lips brushed against the slut's ear, Karen whispered softly, "Are you ready to begin learning some of your new rules?"

Carol nodded eagerly.  Anything to avoid being slapped or having the clothespins put back on her nipples.  She tried through the gag to say "Yes, Mistress.", but it came out as an unintelligible mumble.

"Good girl.", Karen cooed, as though she were talking to a cat.  "Look around a little to make sure you can find this exact spot again.  Okay?"

Carol nodded.

"This is where you will come to pee.  When you really need to pee, you will ask my permission by saying, "Miss Karen, may the slut have permission to go to her place in the yard?", and you will come to this exact spot if I give you permisison.  Do you understand so far?"

Carol nodded.  Could it get any worse?

"And when you come here, you will squat down on your haunches with your knees wide and your hands behind your back, facing the house.  Do you understand that part?"

Carol nodded.

"Then you will hold that position until I signal that it's okay for you to pee. When I tell you or signal that it's okay to pee, you will pee then without delay.  Do you understand this part?"

Carol nodded again.

"After you have completely emptied your bladder, you would return to the place and position or activity you were in when you requested permission."  Karen took advantage of the opportunity to slip her tongue in the slut's ear.  It was not so much to give the slut any pleasure, but to entertain herself by watching how fast those abused nipples would harden.  She was not disappointed.

"My time is highly valuable.  You have no value and your time is inconsequential.  So, you won't waste my time by interrupting me for pee breaks too often.  When you ask, you'd better be sure there won't be any delay or that you won't be pissing out a respectable volume on your lawn here.  There will be consequences otherwise. After a while, you'll kill the grass in this spot and it will be easy for you to find.", Karen added, intentionally drawing a parallel with the effects of animal urine on lawns.  It was part of the process.

She stepped back and looked up into the sparse clouds, noting the golden tint they were taking on as the sun lowered toward the horizon.  "I'll tell you later how we'll manage your bowel movements."

Carol was struck by the matter of fact attitude that the woman displayed.  It was obvious she had done this before, possibly several times.  Carol's feet were still sore but the numbness had left her, only to be replaced by the horny longing her new neighbor was always able to reestablish in her.  More than anything, Carol still just wanted to cum.

Carol watched as her mistress strolled up to the edge of the pool and began stripping off her clothes.  There didn't appear to be an ounce of fat or flab on her.  Hers was the sorty of athletic body that Carol could sometimes convince herself that she had while really knowing she might never quite get there.  She gazed after the object of her torment and her desires as Miss Karen began swimming laps in the pool.  It was another form of reinforcing Carol's status, leaving her standing there, bound and naked in her back yard, while enjoying a refreshing swim.  Carol knew it, but her lifetime of fantasies of being used in just this manner gave her the perspective that it was something she had always wanted but never thought could happen.  It was not the sort of situation she would ever have put herself in.  But, once in it, she found her desires impossible to control and her thoughts more attached to the role she found herself in than detached from it.  She was surprised that she was not dwelling on thinking of the means to escape.  She was very much in the moment, feeling the pain, the heat, and the warm glow between her legs that seemed to have a louder voice than reason.

Though the pool was a bit shorter than hers next door, Karen enjoyed the swim. It was always a turn on for her to swim naked, especially in unfamiliar surroundings.  She knew she would be spending a lot of time in the pool.  She reminder herself to find out who maintained the pool.  Service people could arrive at an inopportune time, and that wouldn't be good.  After twenty freestyle laps, she climbed out of the pool and laid down on her back next to her clothes on the concrete deck.  The slut could watch her for a while as she let the slight, early evening breeze dry her body.  She closed her eyes and rested, confident the slut wasn't going anywhere.

She was right.  Carol was mesmerized by the sight of her mistress's taught body. Her breasts were small but very well shaped and firm.  Carol longed to experience her.  She had never been drawn to another woman before, but had often wondered what it would be like to be dominated by a beautiful woman.  She was finding out.  She so wanted to be used sexually that she felt herself becoming wet again, fearful only of the humiliation she might suffer when it was noticed. But, was it really fear?

After about ten minutes of relaxing, Karen turned her head toward the slut and told her to go into the house and to bring her hairbrush out.  For a moment Carol couldn't compute how she could perform the task, bound as she was.  But, she realized she could still grasp things with her hands tied behind her back as long as she could access them.  She shuffled toward the back of the house, barely managing to open the sliding door, and stepped inside.

By the time she returned, she was disappointed to see that Miss Karen had dressed and was sitting in one of the lawn chairs at the rear corner of the yard near the stone grille.  Carol slowly made her way there, understanding what it must feel like to be handicapped.  All the while, her nipples were hard and her pussy wet.  She was loving the abuse, if not every aspect of it.

Karen would not betray her feelings, but she was surprised at how readily the slut had accepted her authority.  It was simply a stroke of luck that she chose one that harbored secret, submissive fantasies.  It would be so much easier to establish dependency and reach a state of instant obeyance with this one.  She reminded herself to continue to be cautious.  For the time being, though, all was well.  The slut had managed to hobble all the way to her location and was standing directly in front of her now.  Though impatient by nature and always anxious to move along to the next thing, Karen forced herself to enjoy the evening for a few minutes longer before acknowledging the slut's presence.

"Turn around.", Karen ordered.  She untied the clothesline binding the slut's wrists and tossed it onto the grass.  "Face me."

Carol turned back around as she had been told.  She was ordered to brush Miss Karen's hair, and spent the next ten minutes carefully grooming her beautifully thick, shiny, blonde mane.  Miss Karen finally took the brush from her hand and dropped it onto the grass before untying the rope binding Carol's knees together.  It felt so much better to be able to straighten her legs.  Now, if only Miss Karen would allow her to remove the gag.

Karen stood and took hold of the clothesline hanging from the noose and again led the slut across the yard toward the pool.  At the pool's edge, she told her to take the heels off and get in.  She could see the relief on the slut's face as she stepped out of the heels and lowered herself into the pool.

The water felt great, but her feet felt even better.  She looked up at her new mistress, wondering what to do next, then slowly moved into her waiting position with her hands clasped behind her neck and feet spread.  Mistress smiled, and Carol was able to smile back, happy that she had done well.

"Dunk your head and get out, pet.", Karen ordered.

Carol dipped her head fully under the water, squeezing her mouth shut as much as possible to keep the chlorine out, then quickly pushed herself up out of the pool.  She returned to the proper position once she was out.  Miss Karen stepped closer and removed the noose from around her neck, dropping it onto the concrete deck.   She then untied the knot at the back of Carol's neck and pulled it free of her mouth, dropping it.

"You may spit my panties out now.", Karen told her. They landed on the deck with a loud "splat".

"Quickly gather up all of the debris we've left around here and go to the garage.", Karen said before returning to the house.

Carol literally ran around the back yard gathering her heels, hairbrush, scissors, the pieces of clothesline, clothespins, and Miss Karen's wet panties. She anxiously rushed to the garage and placed all of the items neatly on the floor before assuming the position.  She hadn't seen Miss Karen in the house, and she wasn't in the garage.  Carol nevertheless remained perfectly motionless as she waited.  Things had changed since she had been in the garage.  Some of the bags seemed to be missing, and she could see that her clothes had been bundled into a good number of brown grocery bags.  What did that mean?

The garage was not air conditioned like the rest of the house, so Carol began sweating again as she waited.  It was so quiet.  She wondered what would happen to her, what would happen next.  Her mind began to play through the possibilities.  She envisioned herself being kissed by Miss Karen, and it nearly made her swoon.  Carol knew that she was more than a little taken in by the situation, and by the strong woman who had put her in it.  She reminded herself that this was all her fault.  She thought that what she was really doing was protecting her husband and her mother from a lot of pain, and saving herself from complete personal and professional destruction.

Inside the house, Karen had gathered up the slut's cash and credit cards and placed them in her gymbag.  She threw the dirty bedding in the washing machine along with some laundry detergent and turned it on.  Then she attached the new house keys to the slut's key ring and proceeded to the garage, carrying her bag. She was pleased to see her new pet holding her position well despite the stuffy heat.  Karen ignored her as she dumped the paper bags out onto the dirty concrete floor and began rifling through the piles of items she had chosen to keep for the slut.  She tossed aside a pair of adidas crosstrainers, then found a little pair of black knit shorts.  Finally, after finding a black t-shirt, she rose up and stood next to the slut.  Handing over the t-shirts, she said simply, "put it on".

As Carol pulled the t-shirt over her head, she noticed Miss Karen grasping the scissors.  Carol smoothed the t-shirt out over her ample breasts, seeing with some embarassment that her nipples were pushing quite insistently against the tight material that was already dampening up from her perspiration.  Without comment, Miss Karen began cutting the t-shirt off just under Carol's breasts. She cut very carefully, all the way around, until the bottom half fell down around Carol's hips.  Miss Karen discarded the unwanted strip by tossing it into a metal trash can in the corner of the garage.  She dropped the scissors onto the floor and ordered Carol into the little shorts.  They were a bit difficult to tug on, they were so tight.  Carol had never worn them to run or work out in, other than maybe doing some crunches or running on her treadmill at home.  They were too short to be seen in public in.  Once she had them on, Miss Karen took hold of the waistband at the back and tugged sharply upward, pulling the shorts up tightly into Carol's butt, leaving the lower portion of her ass exposed.

"Shoes.", Karen said flatly, pointing at the adidas.

Carol crouched instantly to put them on.  She knew what a wreck she must look like.  Her hair had certainly kinked up from being dipped in the pool, and all the sweating certainly wasn't helping.  When she stood, Miss Karen held her hand out toward her and said simply, "Jewelry."

Carol reluctantly tugged off her wedding ring first, then the small heart earrings her husband had bought her, and the gold necklace she had kept on since church that morning.  She placed them all in Miss Karen's hand and watched them disappear into her large black gymbag.

"We have some errands to run, slut.  So, you'll need to remember a few easy rules and we won't have any "incidents" this evening.  Do you understand?"

Carol nodded.

Seconds passed.  Miss Karen was waiting.

"Uh.  Oh.  Sorry!  Yes, Miss Karen, this slut understands."

"Good.  You may refer to me as Miss Karen while we are in public, but you may not speak unless spoken to.  You will do what you are told.  You will walk two paces behind me at all times.  Is this simple enough for a dumb whore like you to remember?"

"Yes, Miss Karen.  This slut will remember."

Chapter VI Debasement

"Get in the back seat.  You'll sit in the middle."

As Carol climbed into the back seat of her Camry, Miss Karen tossed her heeled sandals onto the floor in the back seat before throwing her gymbag onto the front passenger seat and climbing in.  She activated the automatic garage door opener and started the car before turning around to look Carol in the eyes. "Spread your legs so your feet are touching either side of the car, and put your hands behind the small of your back."  She didn't pause for a reaction.

"Yes, Miss Karen."  It wasn't until she had heard the garage door begin to open that Carol had started to experience a great deal of anxiety.  It was bad enough to have been slapped around, stripped, bound, and tormented behind closed doors. But, this t-shirt she had on was barely long enough to cover the bottom of her breasts.  Along with the shorts, and the way her ass was hanging out of them, she would look every bit the slut that she had been called all evening.  She knew she looked awful, and the heels on the floor, if she had to put them on in this outfit, well...Oh, God.

Miss Karen was backing the car down the driveway now.  "Slide forward a bit so I can reach you while I'm driving.", she ordered.

"Yes, Miss Karen." Carol replied.  Her voice was quavering.  She slid forward until she was sitting on the front edge of the middle of the back seat.  It was not at all comfortable, and her t-shirt was riding higher on her breasts.  This was the only time she really appreciated that she had gotten the privacy window option on the Camry.  Not that it prevented anyone and everyone from seeing her in this predicament, but it was at least something.

Karen noticed the increased nervousness, but knew it would take little more than a few strokes to get the slut's mind back on her hungry pussy and the hope of an orgasm.  Either that or a couple of slaps.  She would simply have to find a way to cope.  That's all there was to it.

Carol noted that Miss Karen seemed to know the area quite well.  She had not seen any activity around the house next door in so long that she assumed the old couple who had owned it had skipped visiting that past winter.  But, it must have sold.  It was always so well maintained though.  Whatever.  Her neighbor knew her way around.

After about ten minutes they pulled into a sleazy strip mall and pulled up to the curb in front of a thrift store operated by a charity.  Karen shut the car off and got out, leaving the windows up.  It wouldn't hurt the slut to sweat a bit more.  It was still oppressively hot, especially after being in a car with such cold air conditioning for a while.  Karen opened the trunk and removed the bags of discarded clothes that had belonged to the slut and her husband.  She carried them through the doors and placed them in a neat row next to the check out counter.  It took her three trips to get them all into the store.

Carol watched in frustration.  She knew those bags contained her husband's clothes.  She was fixated on her concern as to what she would ever be able to say to explain what happened to them.  She couldn't believe this was happening. Why in the world would Miss Karen do this?  Only a small, foolish part of her told her to get out and have a discussion about this.  Prudence kept her silently in place, sweating profusely in the heat while lewdly displayed in her own back seat.   She glanced around, thankful that it was nearly closing time and there were few customers in the plaza.

Karen patiently waited while the large black woman operating the register filled out her receipt, in the name of Carol Sizemore, for the bags of miscellaneous clothing.  Such things came in handy at tax time.  Karen might have another use for the receipt, though.   She returned to the Camry only to place the receipt in the gymbag, get some cash out and to retrieve the slut.   "Get out.  It's time to do some shopping."

Carol told herself that it took considerable courage to get out of the car. Whether it was out of fear of crossing Miss Karen, having her affair exposed and life ruined, or the simple desire to follow orders, Carol managed to get out without objecting or breaking down in some way.  When she tried to pull the shorts down over her butt her hand was slapped away.  "Keep your fucking hands at your sides!", Karen hissed.  The black woman looked out at them blandly.

Carol followed Miss Karen into the store, carefully keeping pace with her from two steps behind.  Completely embarassed to be dressed this way in public, she kept her eyes riveted to Miss Karen's ass.  "Stoah closin in ten minute.", the black woman warned as they passed her.  They made their way to the women's clothing section.

Carol had always been a great dresser.  She wouldn't be caught dead in a thrift store, let alone wearing anything from one.  All of her clothes, at least those that were just then in a heap on her garage floor, were designer or brand name items.  She had no idea why they were there until Miss Karen next spoke.

"I'm guessing you're a size six.  Is that right, slut?"

Carol's heart seemed to drop all the way to her feet.  Miss Karen had called her "slut" loud enough for the cashier to hear.

"Yes, Miss Karen.", she whispered.

Karen was browsing through the size six skirt section.  "What?  I couldn't hear you.", she said.

"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol answered a bit more loudly.

Karen quickly stepped to her left, placing her face inches in front of the slut's while taking a firm hold on her right nipple.  Pinching it roughly, she quietly but intently said, "One more mistake and you are toast.  Do you get the meaning of that?"

Tears welling up in her eyes, Carol answered clearly, "Yes, Miss Karen."  The cashier was listening and doing a poor job of pretending not to be.

Karen returned to browsing.  She pulled a black skirt off the rack and held  it up to the slut's waist.  It was suitably frumpy, so she put it in the slut's hands and moved over to the blouse rack.  After looking for just a few seconds, she found a thin white polyester blouse with a wide collar and quarter length sleeves.  It buttoned down the front.

Carol could see a cigarette burn on one of the sleeves and a stain on the collar.  It, too was handed to her.  Miss Karen gave her a five dollar bill and told her to go pay for the items and to meet her at the car.  Carol tried wiping away her tears before reluctantly making her way to the cashier.  What had she been reduced to?

The cashier looked at her with a mild expression of contempt on her face.  She had probably seen it all, Carol thought.  The fact that Carol was getting any reaction at all must mean that she really did look like a complete slut.  She felt herself blushing as she stepped up to the counter.  "Dat be all?", the cashier asked, looking her level in the eyes.  Carol glanced around.  "Uh, yes.", she replied shakily.  The cashier rang the items in and Carol gave her the five dollars.  As the change was being handed to her, the cashier spoke slowly, as though she wanted to make an important point.  "Yo life on da wrong track, girl.  Yo needs to get raght wit God."

"Tell me about it.", Carol thought.

Miss Karen had her toss the skirt and blouse into the trunk, surrender the change from the purchase, then get back into the car.  They drove a few blocks further into one of the worst parts of town before pulling into the lot of an adult video emporium.  Miss Karen pulled Carol's credit card out of the gymbag and handed it to her.  "Go in and buy three buttplugs; small, medium, and large. Then choose five movies featuring interracial sex - black men and white women. Be sure to bring me the receipt.  Ta Ta!"  She turned and began fiddling with the radio.

The parking lot was nearly full, and this was a dangerous part of town.  Carol's heart was thumping so heavily in her chest that she thought she could hear it. She was not telling herself she was brave this time.  She was just plain scared to death.  She had never been in such a place.  She had never been in this part of the city.

She slowly stood, closing the door behind her.  She heard Miss Karen click the automatic doorlocks to the locked position before cranking the stereo.  The only way to do this, Carol thought, was to do it quickly and get it over with.

To say that she attracted attention when she passed through the door would be an understatement.  She became the main attraction.  White women simply didn't visit the store, especially white women that were dressed to fuck.  There were eight men in the store, along with the clerk.  All of them were looking her over quite blatantly as she stood frozen just inside the door.  Finally, the clerk, an older man with a raspy voice and a huge head, said, "C'mon in an visit a while, girl. We's all fammy heah."  A couple of the men snickered.  A younger man who looked to Carol like a gang member was a bit more blatant.  He strode menacingly toward her, saying, "Show me dem tits, bitch."

Carol nearly panicked.  She quickly considered running out the door, but thought if she moved fast it would cause the man now standing in front of her to react in a way that might not be best for her.  "Please.  I, ah...I just need to buy a few things.", she stammered.  Some of  the men laughed at her.

"Oh.  You buyin nah.  Ah see.", the man in front of her replied, grabbing his crotch.  "How much you wanna pay for dis big black man meat raht heah?"

All of the men burst out laughing as though he had said the most hilarious thing they had ever heard.  Carol didn't know what to do.  She looked across the room and saw a variety of butt plugs hanging on a wall display.  She decided to try ignoring them, and stepped around the man blocking her path.  He slapped her ass as she passed him.  The others made room for her to walk between them, but they hadn't seen the need to keep their hands to themselves.  She wasn't so much fondled as she was groped at as she passed through them to the display.

"Look Donnie!", one of the men exclaimed.  "Bitch take it up de ass. Lookathat!"

Carol took three different sizes of plugs off the wall and moved quickly to the right where the movies were displayed.  It wasn't at all difficult to find five videos that met Miss Karen's criteria.  The store obviously catered to black men, and having sex with white women was one of their leading fantasies, Carol knew.  The first movie she took down was entitled, "Gang Bang Bitch".  The cover was composed of a photograph of a young white girl being forced to have anal sex in a room full of black men.  Something clicked inside Carol.  It wasn't some sort of epiphany,  or a bright flash of enlightenment.  It was more a sense of resignation.  Seeing the movie cover triggered one of her darkest fantasies. She realized her pussy was gushing and her erect nipples were lifting what little fabric covered them.

Now she was in a kind of daze, pulling down the remaining four movies with little thought, carrying them to the counter and placing everything there, turning to face the gathering of men who were gazing hungrily at her, and simply lifting up the front of her cut-off t-shirt to fully expose her breasts to them. She closed her eyes and licked her lips as the cacaphony of lewd comments washed over her.

"Looka dem nips!"

"Jesus H. Donnie!"

"Sweet Jesus what a fine bitch!"

"Bitch want fucked!"

She heard the door being latched.  The overhead lights were flipped off, but a small lamp near the cash register provided some light.  The younger, scary man took her by the wrist and pulled her toward the back of the store.  The others followed.  Carol looked back to see the clerk glancing out the window before following along.  Someone took her credit card out of her hand.  She was pulled through a doorway into storage room that smelled of spilled beer and urine. Hands covered her entire body, pinching, rubbing, poking, and pulling at her little shorts and her shirt.  Foul fingers slid between her lips, and she sucked them in all their Kool menthol nicotine nastiness.  Her shirt was lifted over her head and tossed aside.  Her shorts were roughly pushed down around her ankles and pulled off.  She had no idea where they were thrown, because she was already being lifted onto a table, pushed down onto her back.  Her knees were lifted and spread, her body pulled back until her head hung free over the edge. They were talking all the while.

"Lissin ta the bitch purrin like a kitty!"

"Pussy wet over heah, JayJay!"

"Yessir.  Bald white pussy!"

"Ah sees dat.  Looka dem titties!"

She winced as her nipples were pinched and twisted.  They were still sore. Someone cradled the back of her neck.  She opened her eyes momentarily, just in time to see a beautiful black cock being moved closer toward her lips. She opened willingly, fully.  She looked beyond the cock, straining her eyes to see higher.  What looked back was a video camera.  Her body tensed.  "Yo calm down, bitch.  We wanna watch you fuckin us later.  Keep us outta jail too, right boys?"

All of the men laughed again.  There would be no denying she was there willingly.  There could be no claim of rape now.  All of the desire Miss Karen had built up in her over the past few hours had put her here.  She was responsible for this, not Carol.  Carol hadn't put herself in this position. Now in it, that she would take advantage of it by having her desires sated, her fantasy fulfilled, was clear.  Why not?  Why not give in to it?  It was rape, in a way.  She hadn't set out to have this happen.  It was not her intent.

The rationalizations flashed by between the realization there was a video camera focused on her and the passage of the hard cock between her lips.  It moved slowly but forcefully in, all the way to the back of her throat.  The heavy balls rested against the top of her forehead.  She guessed there was another six inches of shaft remaining outside her lips, but before she could reach for it her hands were guided to other cocks on either side of her.  She took hold of them eagerly, beginning to stroke them in an alternating rhythm that did as much to prove that she was deeply into this game as her primal moaning.

One of them pushed down on her knees, spreading them so widely her thigh muscles stretched to their limits.  She couldn't see who was there or what was happening, but someone was about to fuck her.  Thick, warm lips were on her nipples, biting and sucking.  Someone clumsily flipped her clit back and forth with a large finger or thumb.  It was maddeningly pleasurable, and caused her hips to come into motion.  The cock in her mouth held her captive.  Lips distended around it's impressive girth, she could do nothing with it as her tongue was pressed flat against the underside while the cameraman it was attached to held it firmly in place.

She felt her pussy lips being pulled open as another cock was fed into her. This one she knew to be as big as Ralph's by the way it felt.  The man there pushed the head through slowly before withdrawing out of her.  "Looka dat!", he exclaimed, "Bitch's cunt all wet.  She lovin it!"

"Howsabout you shuttup and git ta fuckin it, Big Johnson.  We all is waitin our turn boy.  Ain got all night.".

With that he replaced his cock at her pussy and pushed in, once again, until just the head was inside her.  "Bitch can take a big black man, nah.  Bitch can take it see."  Some of the others replied affirmatively.  "Push it in an we'll see. Go on."

As he began to push into her she realized he was even bigger than Ralph.  She had never tired of being completely filled by his wonderful ten inch cock.  She could never get enough of it.  This one was larger, and it kept pushing slowly forward, ever deeper into her hot, clinging pussy.

The man whose penis was in her mouth now began to fuck her with slight movements to the back and forward again, always threatening to trigger her gag reflex as he pushed against the back of her throat.  The cocks in either hand were rock hard and impressively sized as well.  She could feel her arms burning from the constant stroking she was maintaining.

Suddenly, as though it had been coordinated, both cocks that were penetrating her were ruthlessly thrust forward.  The one in her pussy reached her cervix and entered parts of her that had never been reached before.  It was in to the hilt, and the momentary spasm of pain would pass quickly, Carol knew.  The one in her mouth was an entirely different situation, however.  As it pushed into her throat, she was able to successfully, if temporarily, stop it by pushing her tongue up and trying to constrict her throat.  She was gagging when renewed effort pushed it past those minor obstructions and directly into and down her throat passage.  Her entire body bucked involuntarily as her breathing was cut off and the searing pain in her throat made her forget everything else.  She let go of the cocks in her hands and was able to vainly  thrash around for only a few seconds before being pinned down.  The balls were now dangling down on either side of her upturned nose as the man thrust fully into her throat and held himself there for a few seconds as though to establish just what sort of a position she was really in.

The cock in her pussy was now pistoning in and out of her at a rapid pace.  The long, brutal strokes were hitting home with an impact that produced an audible smacking noise each time the man's balls slapped her ass.  She was literally impaled at both ends.

After what seemed an eternity but was only a few seconds, she felt the cock in her throat withdrawing slowly outward, pursued by the bile that was rising out of her stomach in response.  When the head had slipped back past the base of her tongue she vomited out and around the cock, the nasty, burning liquid running down her nose and over her face into her hair.  He held himself there to allow her time to heave a few more times and to take a couple of breaths.  One of them said, "Ain nobody ever teach the ho ta deep throat, but she'll learn!"

Her whole body was jerking with each thrust of the man who was fucking her cunt. The cock in her mouth again pressed forward until it was poised for another entry into her throat.  Trying to breath through her nose, she whimpered loudly, trying to beg him not to do it to her again.  To no avail, though.  Again, her throat was distended to accept the forced passage of the long cock.  She gagged and her body jumped involuntarily again as she felt the balls sliding up over her forehead to find their home pressing against her eyeballs this time.  She retched again as it was withdrawn, then struggled for air.  "Damn! I ain never seen a bitch neck stretch out like dat, Donnie!", one of them said.  "Me neiver." , was the reply.

She was now being fucked in her pussy with abandon, and knew the man there was close to getting his satisfaction.  She wished her attention could be fully on what still did feel like a wonderful fucking there, but her natural instinct was to focus on where she was going to get her next breath.  Now the man was pushing down her throat again, and had begun fucking her as though her mouth were a pussy.  He would push in, stroke in and out several times, then back out to allow her to breath before repeating his merciless thrusting.  She had stopped gagging and was thankful for that, but the burning pain in her throat made her wonder if she would ever be able to talk again.  She knew she was taking at least ten inches on both ends of her body.  Her fantasy hadn't involved this sort of misery.

The man fucking her pussy grabbed her hips and thrust into her one final time. With a loud groan, he spasmed and shot jets of his ghetto seed deeply into Carol.  The man fucking her mouth seemed to be getting close as well.  He seemed to have forgotten about her need to breath and was continuing long strokes down her throat without pause.  She felt his balls tighten on her face as he shoved himself fully into her before exploding directly into her throat with a few animalistic grunts.  The two of them exchanged hand slaps before withdrawing simultaneously from both ends.  "God damn!" someone said.

Hands pushed down on her to ensure she had no thoughts of getting up while new cocks were presented to  her mouth and pussy.  Her own hands were guided back to hard cocks on either side of her that needed attention.  Her nipples felt distended and sore, but deliciously aroused from the continuous abuse they were getting.

Carol stayed on that table for the next thirty minutes, being used as a convenient fuck toy for the clientele of the local black adult video store. Most of the remaining men opted to deposit their jism on her body rather than in it.  The exception was the younger man who looked like he was a gang member.  He opted to use Carol in the most debasing way a black man can, by fucking her in the ass.  His seed was left deep within her bowels.

When the last man had carefully shot his semen onto her face and in her hair, she was dragged off the table and onto the floor.  The clerk kicked her shirt and shorts at her and told her to "Get da fuck out."  Most of the other men had drifted away while she had still been on the table.

Carol dressed slowly, in a daze.  It wasn't that she had that much to pull on, she was simply out of it.  She had been thoroughly fucked and otherwise abused. She didn't know if Miss Karen would still be waiting, or what.  She thought about the movies and the butt plugs she had been expected to buy, and decided she still had to follow through with that, although it seemed somehow that she had been a different person then.  She remembered the credit card being taken. As she stumbled out of the storage room and toward the door, she saw that the clerk had bagged her items and was holding out he credit card for her to take. "Receep is in da bag.", he said flatly.

As each man left the temporarily closed store, he had passed next to Karen in the slut's car and paid her the twenty dollars each had agreed to pay to fuck her.  She had loaned the video camera to one of them in exchange for his getting to use the slut for free if he shot a movie of the entire thing.  She hadn't charged the clerk either, as he was taking a risk with his job in allowing it all to happen.

When the slut finally came wandering out and got into the back of the car, she at least remembered her position and assume it, if a bit slowly.  Karen made a point of counting out the one hundred and twenty dollars the slut had just made, but didn't bother to explain it.   She turned toward her well used former neighbor and asked what took her so long.

"This slut was...raped by those men in there, Miss Karen."

"Well, that's no surprise.  What'd you expect going into a place like that dressed like such a slut?", Karen replied innocently.  "You're a wreck!"

Carol didn't respond, other than to begin sobbing.

Karen next drove to a large warehouse club where she knew the slut had a membership.  Digging into the gymbag, she produced the membership card and flipped it into the back seat.  "On aisle sixteen there is a large animal cage, like for a great dane or something.  Buy it with your credit card.  Get some help to load it.  We'll have to haul it back with the trunk open.  They'll tie it down for you."

Carol sat in disbelief.  She had just been fucked by eight men.  She wasn't going anywhere.  She wasn't buying a dog cage for this bitch.  She wasn't...

Miss Karen was holding up a cellphone as though she were about to dial a number. "What was that number?  Let's see, seven one two, four seven three, eight, five..."

It was Carol's mother's phone number.  "Wait!", she shouted.  "I'll go...I mean. I'm sorry.  This slut will go, Miss Karen.  Please don't call my mother!"  She was crying openly now, breaking down even further.

Karen flipped the cellphone closed and began looking at the movies Carol had chosen at the video store as the slut climbed out of the car and made her way across the parking lot toward the store.  Karen had intentionally parked some distance away to maximize the slut's exposure.  She had borne up exceptionally well after being so thoroughly used.  That was good.  Only one more stop after this one, and then home for more fun and games.

Carol felt completely hopeless as she crossed the huge parking lot.  She knew she was attracting attention.  Women looked at her with contempt.  Daddies tried to shield their kids from seeing her.  She was dirt.  Just a whore.  She had no business being in public looking the way she did.  She sniffled and wiped away her tears.   She could've kept crying, but it would only have made her more conspicuous.  Tried to run her fingers through her hair in a vain attempt to improve her appearance a bit.  Instead, she found her fingers entangled in the matted, gooey mess.  She smelled.  She felt and looked disgusting.

Karen knew the store an it's interior layout.  She watched closely as the slut entered, showed her membership card, then walked off to the left where the restrooms were rather than directly into the store toward aisle sixteen.  That was expected.  The stupid bitch was sloppy at remembering her instructions and would be corrected soon enough.  Karen found it amusing that the slut never questioned why she was buying a cage.  She either thought nothing of it or knew it was for her and opted not to object.  It was the trauma of having to walk around in public in the condition she was in that made her rebel.   Rebellion was good if it led to better control.  Before long the subject would be on autopilot in terms of following instructions and the need to coerce her would dissipate.

About fifteen minutes passed before the slut reappeared in front of the store with an employee pushing the cage on a cart.  The slut waved in Karen's direction, but she opted to leave her exposed for a few seconds longer before starting the car.  As Karen pulled up she could see that the slut had washed her hair out in the restroom sink.  She had managed to clean herself up quite a bit, but she still had that well fucked look about her.  The poor boy helping the slut had an erection that he couldn't find a way to hide.

Karen pulled up in front of them and popped the trunk lid.  The slut helped the boy load the cage into the trunk with some difficulty.  It would only fit in on one end, leaving half of it hanging out.  The boy took some twine and tied the trunk lid down to keep the cage from falling out.

Carol thanked him nicely.  He was effusive in his thanks of Carol for patronizing his employer.  When she tried to open the right rear door to climb into the back of her car, Miss Karen lowered that window instead and told Carol to get the boy's phone number.  She said she thought he might have a crush on her.  Carol flushed at the thought of doing it, but she had to.  Turning quickly to try to get to him before he reentered the store, she called out loudly to stop him.  Several people in the lot looked at her as though she were a sideshow freak.  The boy stammered out his phone number, feeling like the stroke of luck he had just then would never be matched in his entire life.

Carol was thankful that when she returned to the car she was able to enter it. Miss Karen took the receipt, the membership card, and the credit card from her. Carol assumed her position in the back seat as Miss Karen wordlessly pulled out of the parking lot and back onto Palmetto Boulevard, heading in the direction of home.

Miss Karen adjusted the mirror so that it reflected Carol rather than the traffic behind the car.  "Pull your shirt up over your breasts, slut.", she said evenly, as though she were making a comment about the weather.

Carol was too exhausted to protest, so simply rolled the cut off t-shirt up as far as the neckline and returned her hands to the small of her back.  Her nipples always betrayed her.  They had been hard for hours now.  They throbbed. They had never endured so much abuse before.  She wanted to take a long, hot bath.  She needed a drink.  She felt much better after she had peed and freshened up back at the warehouse store.  Miss Karen hadn't noticed.  Who cared anyway?  What was she going to do?

Before Carol realized it, they had parked outside a 24 hour Walmart near her home and Miss Karen was ordering her to change into her heels and get out of the car.  The last thing Carol needed was yet another public display.  Somebody who knew her would see her if this kept up.  Not that they would recognize her, but they might.  At least Miss Karen was getting out, too.  Carol smoothed the t-shirt out over her breasts so that she would not be exposed as she got out of the car.  Miss Karen locked the car and strode off at a quick pace toward the store.  Carol couldn't keep up easily, and her breasts were bouncing beneath the thin fabric of her shirt as they crossed the lot.  She pulled her shorts down a bit to cover her exposed ass, sure that Miss Karen wouldn't notice now that her back was turned.

They made their way to the pet department, then found the section where the dog collars were displayed.  Despite what she had been through, Carol was mortified when Miss Karen began fitting different dog collars around her neck.  It was surrealistic, Carol thought, that she was standing dressed as she was in a Walmart pet department while this woman casually fitted her for a collar.  Carol was ashamed when she noticed the first stirrings within her that she knew led to hard nipples and a wet pussy.  She was quietly seething inside, angry that her body would betray her.

Karen chose a few nice collars.  One was a simple black leather one with a nice wide band, another was red nylon, and the third was a simple choke collar.  She then fitted the slut for smaller black leather collars that she would use as wrist and ankle restraints, and chose a couple that would fit well just above her knees. She then found a couple of large metal dog bowls. Handing all of the collars and bowls to the slut to carry, Karen moved along to the health and beauty aids department, where she chose the first box of platinum blonde hair coloring she came across.  Next she found a creme hair dipilatory and an enema/douche combo kit.  Finally they went to the hardware department and picked up a length of chain and a chain cutting tool, as well as several padlocks.  By then the slut had her hands full, so Karen flipped the credit card into one of the bowls and told her to go check out.

Carol jiggled her way in the high heeled sandals to the check out counter as Miss Karen left the store.  Carol's pussy was soaked and her nipples were again causing the material of her cut off t-shirt to tent at just the point where each breast peaked.  She was beginning to feel like a slut, she thought.  It was not a choice, but rather something that was happening to her.  The memory of those men using her as they did kept flashing into her mind.  The mental images were horrible, but she found herself replaying them rather than being repelled by them.   Her throat and ass were still very sore from the abuse they had received, but...she shook her head, willing herself not to dwell on it.  She just needed to get through the next minute or two and get to the car. Everything would be fine if she could only get back home and have time to sort things out.

Chapter VII  Adjustments

Miss Karen hadn't said a word on the drive home.   Nevertheless, Carol maintained her lewd position in the back seat, hoping all the while Miss Karen would touch her.  Her pussy was throbbing, desperate for attention.  The men who had abused her had no interest in her satisfaction, and while some of it had felt very good and there had been a couple of times where she was close to orgasm, the pain she was subjected to tended to interrupt her chances.  Now she was as horny as ever, particularly after being forced to display herself in public as she had.  Everything that this woman did to her made her even more desperate to please.  She had to get satisfaction out of this somehow.  Surely she would be rewarded.

Karen backed the car into the garage and activated the garage door closer before stepping out.  She left the slut behind for the time being.  By the smell of her, she was oozing pussy juice all over her seat again and could use a touch more frustration before Karen got down to business.  Little did the slut know that what she had experienced so far was only so much monkey business.  Soon it would be time to get serious about this, and Karen looked forward to it.

She dragged the cage out of the trunk and across the floor to the back corner of the garage.  Reaching into the car, she pulled out all of the items the slut had purchased and placed the bags next to the cage.  Then she took her black sports bag and placed it just inside the door leading to the house.  Finally she ordered the slut out of the car.

Carol had been worried about the cage.  Now her worries were confirmed.  She had hoped Miss Karen had a pet dog and simply needed a kennel for it.  Now that the cage was in her garage, she began to believe she would find herself in it at some point.  Carol got out with considerable apprehension.  Glad to be home, she noted a different tone in Miss Karen's voice.  It was harder, unforgiving.  She closed the car door and assumed the proper position.  Next she was ordered to strip, except for her heels.  Carol quickly pushed the wet, dirty knit shorts down to her ankles and stepped out of them, then pulled the cutoff t-shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor.

"Go get the collars and put them on the appropriate locations, slut.  Be sure to tear the tags off them.  Use the leather punch to shorten the smaller ones so that they fit your ankles and wrists tightly.  I think the ones you bought for your knees will be fine.  You should not be able to pull them off.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress.", Carol replied with a sigh.

Karen left the garage and entered the house.  She spent the next several minutes snooping around, opening closets and doors, and generally cataloging anything that she might need to be aware of.  She helped herself ot a couple of snacks and got a soft drink out of the fridge.  Karen then retrieved the VCR from the den and a small TV from the guest bedroom, carrying them separately to the garage.  The slut had completed her tasks and was standing in position, looking well fucked and quite wanton in her new collar and cuffs.

"Hands behind your back, slut.", Karen ordered as she retrieved a padlock from one of the bags.  Stepping behind the slut, she snapped the lock shut over the d-rings in the wrist cuffs.  She placed the key on top of the car, where the slut couldn't get it.  Testing to ensure she couldn't slip her hands through the cuffs and free herself, Karen then got the chain leash and fastened it to the collar in front.  She tugged the slut over against the wall adjoining the house and turned her to face the side of the car.  Pulling the leashe down and between the slut's legs, she jerked it tightly up and back, embedding it firmly  between the slut's pussy lips and her ass.

Carol hadn't expected the cold chain to be jerked up into her as it was.  She had cried out, more in surprise than in pain.  Miss Karen told her to clench her butt to hold the leash in place while she retrieved a length of clothesline. Mistress then knotted one end of the clothesline to the handle of the leash and passed the other through a wall mounted shelf bracket over the Carol's head. She jerked down on it, nearly lifting Carol off her feet, before tieing the second knot to hold it securely in place.  Carol was now fastened to the wall in a most unpleasant and humiliating way.  She had to keep her legs together to keep the chain from biting too deeply into her, and she had absolutely no freedom of movement as her ass was pressed tightly against the wall.  She could not lean back against the wall with her upper back to rest, as it would pull the chain too deeply into her.  All the while, the now-warm chain was pressed tightly against her hardened and erect clit, creating a mixture of pleasure and pain that she could neither accept or reject.

Karen stood back to admire her handiwork.  The slut looked enticing with her back arched like that, and her calves flexing and straining on the high heels. She looked appropriately distressed.  Karen then went about setting up the VCR and TV on the hood of the car, facing the slut.  This was going to be fun.

Carol watched Miss Karen work on the equipment, only half caring whether the hood of the car got scratched.  She was getting beyond worrying about things like that.  With the pain she was feeling in her feet, calves, thighs, and lower back, along with the need she felt between her legs, a scratch on the car was getting lower and lower on her list of concerns.  After all that she had been through that evening, she just wanted an orgasm and to be able to sleep.  If the torment continued much longer, she didn't know what she would do.  Not that she had many choices.  It wasn't as though she could step out of the situation by shouting out a safe word or something.  She realized she kept wavering from feeling as though she was in this somewhat consensually to knowing it was real and unalterable.  It was probably just a defense mechanism to believe she had some role in this and that it would all be okay.  How could it be?  It couldn't be.  It wasn't.

Karen thought the possibility that the slut might want to get noisy was strong enough to merit gagging her again.  After all, they were in the garage and any yelling could be heard outside.  No need to attract attention.  She had been carrying around a nice ball gag in her bag all evening and decided to get it out and install it before proceeding.  The slut felt the need to resist opening her mouth just long enough for Karen to convince her otherwise by cruelly twisting one of those delicious nipples.  Once it was securely in place, Karen pulled the video camera out and held it up for the slut to see.   She connected it to the TV and pressed "play".  She stepped back to savor the moment.

The slut's eyes bulged as soon as she recognized she was watching the tape of herself being abused by those terrible black men.  She glanced back and forth between Miss Karen and the TV screen, feeling a sense of hopelessness wash over her.  How did she get the tape?  Had she...yes!  Miss Karen had arranged the whole thing...it...she...

"I don't see a rape happening at the moment, do you, slut?", Karen asked.

Carol became truly enraged.  Screaming obcenities into the gag, she was beside herself at the realization that she had been set up.  She didn't see a white woman being raped by eight black men.  She saw a willing participant, at least at the start, willingly making herself available in every way to the nasty men. She heard their comments all over again.  It was so strange to see her from the perspective of one of the men - the one she happened to be sucking when the camera was first turned on.  It was hopeless.  If only she could get loose...

"I think I'll go inside where it's cool and let you finish watching your debut performance.  I was amazed at how you could make a gang rape appear to be nothing more than an evening getting fucked by the boys.", Karen said as she strolled into the house.  Karen had already viewed the film in it's entirety while the slut had been in the wholesale store earlier in the evening.

Carol struggled briefly, testing her bonds to see if there was any way to get loose.  She only increased her discomfort and soon proved to herself that any movement was futile.  She was practically suspended by the chain and wondered what would happen when her already sore feet and quivering legs gave out.  She couldn't avoid watching the video.   She saw herself willingly take cocks into her hands, mouth, pussy, and ass, and heard herself moaning in obvious pleasure despite the rough treatment she was being given.  She was fascinated at the sight of her throat swelling as that long cock was forced down it, and was disappointed, or maybe just surprised, that her struggle was not so long or as intense as she remembered.  Toward the end of the film, when she had been taken anally, she thought a jury of her peers might consider it rape.  It was obviously unpleasant and she did struggle while the dangerous looking younger man forced his way ever deeper into her.  A jury?  What was she thinking?  Would she subject herself to having this video seen by anyone if she could help it? Who would believe she had gotten anything but exactly what she deserved by putting herself in that position, in that place, in those clothes.  How could she explain that a woman, her neighbor, had blackmailed her into dressing that way?  She couldn't think.  There seemed no way out...no way at all.  By the time the video ended she was covered in sweat, both from the heat and the extreme exertion of trying to avoid suspending herself on the chain.

It was a bit after midnight.  It had been a very long day for Karen, and she was quite happy with the way things were going.  She had herself a snack in the kitchen and decided to pour one last scotch.  She sat for a while, sipping it, giving the slut time to see herself as a porn star and to let things settle in a bit before proceeding.

Carol was relieved to hear the door open.  She couldn't turn her head far enough to see Miss Karen at first, so kept her eyes straight ahead, staring blankly at the opposite wall of the garage.  Without comment, Miss Karen turned off and unplugged the video camera, then turned the TV around to face toward the cage. Carol saw that the car had been scratched on the hood, but could care less.  She just wanted off the damned chain.  All of the resistance had gone out of her. She knew she was in a hopeless situation and only wanted to minimize her discomfort.  She knew the best way to do that was to satisfy Miss Karen, whether she liked it or not.

Miss Karen was digging through some of the bags they had brought home, and pulled out the blouse and skirt Carol had purchased at the thrift store.  She threw them onto the floor of the cage.  She got one of the padlocks out and placed it on top of the cage.  Then, she started dumping things out of the bags and stood to look them over.

"You know, slut, you were provided very simple instructions before we left this evening.  Either you think I'm stupid or forgetful, or you are stupid or forgetful.  I lost count of how many rules you broke tonight. You need to be punished.  But, it's late and I'm tired.  You need to go teach snotty teenagers tomorrow and can't be completely dysfunctional.  Otherwise I'd likely leave you here with that chain up your cunt all night.  Instead, I am going to be generous and allow you to choose your punishment."  Karen looked toward the slut with a glare.  "Do you understand?"

Carol nodded quickly.  Anything to get off the chain.  Her legs were about to give way.  She couldn't feel her feet.

"Good.", Karen replied as she turned to stroll toward her suffering victim. "Three choices;  First, we email your poor husband a nice picture of you fucking and sucking those nice black men you met tonight."

Carol shook her head vigorously.  She couldn't do that, no matter what.

"Second, we call your mother and play a nice audio tape of you having sex with your new black friends."

Carol shook her head again, tears welling up in her eyes.  What would the third choice be?

"Third, you pledge your complete and total obedience to me now and assign to me power of attorney rights over your affairs."

Carol was dumbstruck.  She couldn't consent to either of the first two options. They weren't options at all.  She couldn't sign a power of attorney over, either.  It could me the loss of everything she owned.  She already had power of attorney on the joint holdings she and her husband owned, which was fairly routine for military couples when one was deployed overseas.  Would Miss Karen...

"Or, I could walk out of here now and let them find your stinking body trussed up to the wall in a week.", Karen mused.

The slut mumbled unintelligibly into the ball gag, nodding her head.

"Have you made a decision?", Karen asked.

The slut nodded vigorously.  She wanted off that chain.

Miss Karen told her to nod when she heard the number of the option she chose, and she nodded when she heard "three".

Miss Karen left the garage and soon returned with several pages of legal documents, a clipboard, and a pen.  She took the key from the top of the car and unlocked Carol's cuffs, freeing her hands to write.  Carol was sure she would detach the leash that was biting so cruelling into her flesh between her legs, but it was not to be.  Still gagged and trussed, she held the clipboard in her left hand and the pen in her right.

"Sign your full name everywhere there is an "x"., Karen ordered.

Miss Karen slowly circled the car as she waited for the stupid bitch to sign her life away.  When all the signatures were in place, Miss Karen took the clipboard and removed the ball gag.  Maddeningly, she began strolling around the car again.

"I recall something about a pledge?", Karen finally said calmly.

With a voice filled with exhaustion and resignation, she began.  "Miss Karen, ah, this slut...promises to do what you say and to...try to make you happy..."

"Pet!  You sound like a teenager caught necking in the basement!  This is a bit more solemn occasion, don't you think?  You are pledging your complete essence to Me now.  You are choosing to give yourself over out of love for others - to protect them from the pain you know your actions would cause them.  That's a noble thing to do.  It might be the best thing you've ever done in your entire life.  So, I would like to hear you say that you accept that you belong to me, are my property, etcetera.  Go ahead. Try again."

Tears began flowing freely over Carol's cheeks.  Confronted with what was expected of her while fully aware of the lack of alternatives, she felt herself sinking further into this nightmare.   Now sobbing, she began again.  "This slut...gives herself over for the use and pleasure of her Mistress.  With...no expectation of reward other than what Mistress may choose, and, no..."

Karen chose to complete the sentence for her.  She was growing impatient. "expectation of ever enjoying her freedom again except through devoted service to Miss Karen?"

Carol looked up at her.  Their eyes met.  "and no expectation of...ever enjoying her freedom again except through devoted service to...Miss Karen."  Carol sighed.

"I think maybe you are starting to get it now, slut!"  Karen exclaimed as she approached.  "Put your hands behind your back now."

Karen padlocked the slut's wrists together and got the scissors she had used earlier off the floor of the garage.  Cutting the clothesline that held the chain leash taught, she noted the expression of relief on the slut's face as the upward tension between her legs was suddenly abated.  The chain remained embedded in place, though, until Karen pulled it down and out of the slut.  She pulled down on the leash, signaling that she wanted the slut to knee before her.

Carol got to her knees with some difficulty.  Her feet were killing her.  Miss Karen gently took her head in her hands and cradled it against her flat stomach, carefully avoiding touching her nasty, matted hair.  Soothingly, Miss Karen spoke, "Repeat after me.  I pledge the full application of my mind, body, and soul to your satisfaction, Mistress."

Carol repeated the words, if haltingly.

"That is your new pledge, pet. You'll remember it, and each time that you repeat it, you will kiss my feet as proof of your desire to please me."

Carol nodded slowly.  Without instructions she carefully slid her knees backward on the concrete floor to allow enough space to bend down to kiss her Mistress' shoes.  Her lips touched the tip of each foot in a gentle kiss.  Mistress Karen tugged lightly on the leash, signaling for Carol to rise up to a standing position.

When their eyes met again, Karen saw, for the first time, that look she knew signaled the end of the first phase of the process.  She smiled and nodded toward the cage.  "You'll be sleeping in your cage tonight, pet.  When I am sure that you can be trusted, you'll be rewarded with better accomodations."  Karen led her slowly across the garage to the cage.  She bent to open the door, saying, "I want you to back your way into it so that you can watch a little TV before falling asleep."

Carol couldn't believe that she was actually looking at the animal cage with a sense of relief.  The floor was bare metal except for the skirt and blouse mistress had tossed into it earlier.  She simply didn't care.  She was exhausted, filthy, humiliated, sore, and emotionally spent.  To be able to simply lie down and rest was highly appealing to her just then, whether it took place in a dog cage or a king size bed, she didn't care. She was greatly relieved and filled with gratitude when Mistress Karen ordered her to kneel, then removed the high heeled sandals and quickly massaged her aching feet.

Karen helped the slut back her way into the cage, then closed and padlocked the door.  The cage was roomy enough for her to turn over on her side, but she would essentially be fixed in a fetal position for the night.    She popped one of the interracial porno tapes into the VCR and pressed "play".

"I'm through with you for the evening, slut.  I'll be doing some organizing for a while and I don't expect to hear a peep out of you.  I do expect to see you watching movies until you fall asleep.  Do you understand?", Karen asked.

"Yes, Mistress.", Carol answered just before yawning.

"I'll get you up in plenty of time to get ready for work tomorrow."  With that, Karen picked up several of the shopping bags from earlier in the evening before entering the house.  She left the lights on in the garage intentionallly.  The slut had five hours to sleep.

Chapter VIII  A New Day

Karen had debated whether she should wait until her new toy had finished teaching school for the summer before taking her.  But, she believed the higher risk option produced much better results when the subject was forced to participate in her own separation from her world.  She was particularly pleased with this one and was enjoying herself considerably so far.  It could be nerve wracking to send a newly acquired slave back into her world so soon after moving into her life.  There was always the unpredictability of the human mind to consider.  But, her current acquisition had fallen in love with her the night before.  Karen had seen it in her eyes.  The slut had touched and tasted her own fantasies.  Karen could see that the slut was drawing herself in rather than struggling to get herself out.  She wouldn't be a big problem.

Karen had organized everything the night before so that she wouldn't exhibit any indecision or waste any time this morning. She had made the slut's bed after laundering the sheets and had slept well on it.  She awoke at 5:30 a.m. and showered quickly.  Karen dressed informally,  in a pair of khaki shorts, a green polo shirt, and a pair of canvas boat shoes.

Carol had managed to doze off to the sights and sounds of the interracial porno movie Miss Karen had told her to watch until she fell asleep.  She awoke several times in the night, mostly when the arm on the side she was laying on went numb. It took a great deal of effort for her to turn over in the confined space of the cage, expecially with her wrists locked together behind her back.  She had sweated most of the night because of the high humidity and heat in the garage. She was sleeping lightly when Miss Karen came through from the house.  "Time to wake up now, pet!", she said in a sympathetic tone of voice.

Carol was still sore from all of the abuse she had suffered the previous evening, not to mention the stiffness caused by spending the night curled up in the cage.  She was filthy and she smelled badly.  She was thirsty and hungry. For whatever reason, as soon as her eyes saw Miss Karen, she thought of her need to have an orgasm.

Miss Karen unlocked and opened the cage, then reached in to grasp the leash that had remained affixed to Carol's collar all night.  She momentarily caressed Carol on her cheek.  The touch was so much appreciated by Carol that she longed for more.  Instead, the leash was tugged gently as she struggled to push herself out onto the concrete floor.  Miss Karen then unlocked her wrists and removed the cuffs, placing the lock and cuffs on top of the cage.  "Wha...what time is it?", Carol asked groggily.

As though bemused, Miss Karen replied quickly, "It's time for you to get on your feet and to remember your rules.  You just broke two, and I am keeping track of you today.  So, it might be best if you concentrate on pleasing me.  Do you understand?"

Less groggily, Carol answered, "Yes, Mistress."

Karen knew she needed to keep everything within a sexual subtext for this one, so she reached forward and gently stroked the slut's already long nipples between her thumb and index finger, drawing them still further out.  She marveled at them all over again, appreciating what a curse they would be at times.  She worked them until they were fully distended the inch and one half that she had seen them grow to the night before.  When she knew she had the slut's attention once again, she turned and led her by the leash through the house and into the backyard.

Carol followed obediently.  It didn't seem to matter what she had been through or how bad she felt, having her nipples tormented had caused her pussy to begin flowing again.  She would have followed Miss Karen anywhere, leash or not.  She became a bit alarmed when Miss Karen picked up a small crop of some kind from her buffet table in the hallway leading to the back of the house.  She held the leash in her left hand and the crop in her right, swishing it through the air as they approached the sliding glass door leading to the back yard.  Miss Karen turned and unclasped the leash from the collar before placing it on a side table just inside the door.  Sliding the door open, she stepped aside and said, "Go and find your spot, pet, and remember what you were taught yesterday."

Carol couldn't forget a thing about the night before, even if she had tried. Every second of it was firmly embedded into her memory forever.  Completely naked except for the collar on her  neck, Carol moved quickly through the door and across the pool deck to the grassy area beyond.  Finding her reference points, she located the exact spot Mistress had identified the day before as "her" spot, and she squatted down on her haunches, completely humiliated once again, to await the signal to pee.  Unfortunately, Miss Karen was no longer at the door to give her the signal.

Karen took her time filling the three hot water bottles.  One was filled with warm water and mineral oil for the slut's enema.  One was filled with a scented douche solution, and one was filled with icewater straight out of the slut's refrigerator.  They each held two quarts, but Karen only topped off the enema bag.  Attached to all three were plastic hooks on one end for hanging them up, and hoses with specialty attachments on the other end.  Between was a plastic clamp which controlled the flow of liquid.  Karen carried all three out to the pool house and hung them under the roof overhang where she had secured the slut the previous evening.  She returned to the house to get her morning coffee and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide.  She noted with mild satisfaction that the slut was maintaining her position well.

Carol, expecting to be able to pee once on "her" spot, was having difficulty holding back.  She watched Mistress carry the sinister looking bags to the pool house.  She had experienced an enema only once when she was a child and recognized the bags for what they were.  She had no clue what was going to happen, but she was sure she would not like it.  The sun hadn't completely risen yet.  Carol liked to sleep in, and was frequently late getting to work.  As she concentrated on staying in position and not peeing, she thought how bizarre it was that within twenty four hours she had been taken from being a relatively normal school teacher and wife to a pathetic naked woman squatting in her own back yard until she could get permission to pee on the grass.

Mistress finally returned carrying a cup of steaming hot coffee, a small bottle of something, and the little crop.  She unfolded a lawn chair and sat on it under the pool house canopy.  Finally, she nodded at Carol.  Despite the wait, she found it difficult to begin to pee with another woman watching.  She closed her eyes and pushed hard, finally getting a dribble started that quickly turned into a high pressure torrent of golden piss which shot out and forward into the grass.

When the slut had emptied herself, Karen motioned for her to come.  She rose and walked quite nicely to Karen's location, then assumed her position to await instructions.  Karen sipped the coffee while reaching forward with her little dog whip to tap the inside of the slut's thighs until she had her legs properly spread.  It would take a while before the dignity would fade.  She gently touched the end of the whip against the slut's seemingly always-wet slit and elicited a cute little gasp.  So fearful was this one of being struck in any way that the mere hint of it had an effect.  Karen smiled.

"How many of those men came in your cunt last night?", Karen asked inquisitively.

"Two, Miss Karen."

There was more than a hint of shame in her voice.  That was good.  "How many came in your ass?"

"One, Miss Karen."

"Oh?  And how many came in your slutty mouth?"

"Two, Miss Karen."  Carol's head hung low in shame.  Her pussy was burning for attention. Her nipples were so ready to be pinched.  She wanted to suck them herself, right then and there.

"Well then.  That adds up to only five.  I understood that eight men used you last night?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"What happened to the other three?"

"One pulled out and came on my pussy, and two came on my face, Miss Karen."

"Hmm.  I see.  Did you forget that you don't have a pussy?  Remember?"

"Oh. Yes.  I'm sorry.  One pulled out and came on my cunt, Miss Karen."

Karen whipped the dog whip through the air, causing it to whistle.  "Turn around, pet!", she ordered.

Carol found herself instantly petrified.  The questioning had been deliciously humiliating and degrading.  But, Mistress was putting her coffee down now, and...Carol started turning as Mistress rose up, pulling her arm back...

"TTThhhwack!"  Karen loved the sound of that particular whip.  Even more, she loved the pitiful little squeel the slut let out when it struck.  She was blubbering as though she had really been hurt.  Karen let her blubber as she stood back to watch bright little welt present itself across the slut's left cheek.  "Good aim", though Karen.  She had pride in her ability to place a strike with most implements within a quarter inch of her target each time.

"Return to your position and stop your whimpering.", Karen whispered harshly. "You'll wake up the neighbors."

Carol's ass stung fiercly.  She had never been struck with a whip or a crop before.  It burned with an intensity she had never felt.  It was awful.  She hated it. Facing Mistress now with her legs spread, she tried her best to regain her composure as Miss Karen began sipping her coffee again.

"You made me good money yesterday.   Twenty bucks per paying customer.", Karen said as though her words were of little consequence.  "Of course, the clerk and the cameraman were free."

Carol recalled Mistress counting money when she had returned to the car the night before, but she hadn't put the "rape" and the money together.  She had been enraged when the movie had been presented to her.  Being set up as she had been, and being exposed as a liar - and showing  her for the slut she really was were all bad enough.  To now hear that she had been paid for was beyond her ability to absorb at the moment.  She had been fucked and had sucked those men for money?

Karen allowed it to sink in before beginning again. "I don't want you going to work today with all of that nasty cum in all of your holes and all over your body.  So, we'll need to clean you inside and out so that I can be proud of you. Who knows, if all goes well today, I might just make use of you myself!"

The last comment made Carol forget about being prostituted to the men at the video store, at least for the moment.

Karen could see the change in her attitude.  She had gotten the slut's attention refocused quite well.  Motioning toward the outdoor shower stall at the end of the poolhouse, she ordered the slut to rinse herself off with hot water, then to come back and get into position.  Karen stood to go into the house.  She needed to refresh her coffee and retrieve a few more things.

When Karen returned she was satisfied to see the slut back in position, glistening and looking much brighter since the quick rinse.  Approaching from behind, Karen noted that the stripe she had placed on the slut's ass was fading quickly. She was tempted to add a few more, imagining what three diagonal welts would look like on each flank.  No sense in traumatizing the poor thing with violence when the cleansing would be troubling enough.  How people could subject themselves to such things Karen couldn't understand.  But, she was sure that was how it was meant to be.  Some were dominant, some were submissive, and what was left over wasn't worth dealing with.

Karen was carrying a kitchen trash bag containing a bottle of Nair and the smallest of the three anal plugs the slut had bought the night before during her big adventure.  Karen had found a tube of KY jelly when she had emptied the medicine cabinet and brought it along too, as well as a bar of soap and a scrub brush with stiff bristles and a long handle that Karen knew must have belonged to the slut's husband.  It was much too tough for a woman's skin, and it was perfect.  She also brought the slut's toothbrush and toothpaste as well as a fresh safety razor.

Karen dropped the bag next to the lawn chair and carefully placed her hot coffee on a small plastic table that sat over against the side of the structure. Turning toward the slut, she took hold of her wrists and gently guided them straight out from her body so that her arms were completely exended out from either side, perfectly parallel with the ground.  Bending to pick up the hydrogen peroxide she had brought out earlier, Karen held it up for the slut to see.  "We're going to sanitize your mouth with this peroxide."

With that, Karen unscrewed the cap and held the bottle up to the slut's lips. She poured enough in to fill the slut's mouth, then told her to hold it in and swish it around.  Next, Karen held up the large bottle of Nair.  Shaking it, she said, "You'll be kept completely hairless from your head down.  Not so much as a little peach fuzz should be found anywhere on your body.  I am going to spread this stuff on every inch of you.  The instructions say to wait four minutes before rinsing.  We will wait ten.  If at any time you feel burning or irritation you are to request permission to speak, then tell me so.  Do you understand?"

Miss Karen wasn't waiting for an answer.  Carol nodded and replied hesitantly, "Yes, Miss Karen."  Shaving the hair from her pussy the night before had made her conscious of it every second since then.  Even now, standing as she was with her bald pussy exposed to her Mistress, she could not help but sense that her horniness seemed to override all reason.  She hadn't shaved her legs in a few days, but she wasn't sure what hair Miss Karen was thinking of until...

Karen took hold of the slut's fingertips on her right hand and squirted a liberal amount of the Nair up her arm to her shoulder.  She worked it in well, including the backs of her fingers.  The slut wasn't particularly hairy.  What little hair there was on her forearms and fingers was completely normal.  But, Karen didn't want any at all.  The slut looked worried and confused, but that was of no concern as long as she stayed still and let it happen.  Karen moved over to the left arm and slathered it with the cream.

Carol felt like an animal.  Miss Karen was spreading the stuff over her body so quickly and efficiently that it reminded her of how she used to give her mother's dog a bath when she was a young girl.  She completed both arms, then her back from the neck down to her waist.  When she squirted the stuff over Carol's chest, it led to nothing more than a clinical application of ointment. Carol enjoyed the few seconds it took to cover her breasts and nipples, but she would have preferred a bit of special attention there.  Finally, Miss Karen was squirting out and spreading the last of the cream over both her feet.  The entire process must have taken less than a minute or two.

Carol was worried that someone would notice her hairless arms.  Nothing about her seemed to slip by her students.  They had been observing her closely as she taught them for an entire school year.  What would she say if one of them asked what happened?

"Get over there on all fours now, slut!", Karen ordered as she wiped her hands on a pool towel.

Carol moved quickly.  Miss Karen was suddenly sounding impatient, and that was alarming.  She didn't need another swat.  Once in position, she was told to spit out the hydrogen peroxide and was handed her toothbrush and toothpaste.

"Brush your teeth now, quickly!"

Staying on all fours, Carol managed to hold herself up with one arm while she brushed with the other.  She scrubbed her teeth well, as always.  It felt good to have them clean again.  Miss Karen snatched the brush from her hand and threw it on the deck, kicking the tube of toothpaste away from her as well.

Karen spread a bit of the KY jelly on two of the attachments that were dangling at the end of the rubber tubes that hung from each suspended bag.  The first she quickly inserted into the slut's cunt, then pushed the second past her sphincter and into her ass.  She presented the third attachment to the slut's lips. "Open.", she ordered before pushing it in and telling the slut to hold it in place with her teeth.

Turning to wipe the KY off her hands, she took up the dog whip again and sliced it back and forth through the air a few times to ensure the bitch understood that it was time to concentrate.  "I've carefully measured the quantities in each of the bags, slut.  I know that you can accept all that I am going to put into you.  Unfortunately you are going to cramp up and find it quite unpleasant. But, I am going to sip my coffee and don't expect to have to get up until the bags are empty and you are full.  If I do get up, it will be all the worse for you.  You are allowed to move around what little you can as long as all of the tubes stay in you and you don't spill a drop.  Do you understand?"

"Weff Mifftuss", Carol replied, keeping the tube clamped between her teeth.  She suddently felt warm water flowing slowly into her bowels, followed by a warm flowing going into her pussy.  The water that then started flowing into her mouth was ice cold.  Carol was thirsty.

"You are to drink every bit of your water, pet.", Karen instructed as she turned to sit down.  Her coffee hadn't lost much of it's heat, so she leaned back in the lawn chair and watched her new slave suffer the pain and humiliation of taking a full gallon of water into her body while the hair removal cream did it's work.  Karen was efficient and always kept the slave's comfort so far down her priority list that it was rarely considered.  It was a beautiful morning! The coffee was great.  Slut would be just as she wanted her in a few minutes.

It was more than an odd sensation for Carol to be drinking icewater into her body while two bags of warm water were flowing into her vagina and ass.  When the first cramp in her bowels hit, she was shocked at how painful it was. Crying quietly, she tried lowering her head to accommodate the flow better and moved around a bit otherwise, hoping to discover a way of minimizing her discomfort.  Nothing worked, but the cramp gradually went away for a short while before presenting itself again.  She was desperately trying to hold her pussy closed as it filled.  She knew she would not be able to hold back the pressure there much longer.  She tried to keep swallowing steadily through it all, but even that was proving to be difficult.  Tears streamed down over her cheeks. She turned to look toward Miss Karen, and saw only amusement looking back.  Such cruelty she had never witnessed.  Carol could never casually watch another person suffer while she sipped coffee.  Carol focused on the dog whip, which Miss Karen was tapping against her own thigh as though she were anxious to use it.  It was small and light, but frightening enough to keep her in place, soaking up water like a human sponge.

Karen had finished her coffee by the time she heard the three bags begin to gurgle in succession, indicating that their contents had been fully redistributed.  The slut's belly hung low, distended by it's contents.  Water dripped steadily out of her cunt but she continued to exert herself in the struggle to keep it tightly closed.  Karen tilted her head to get a better view of the slut's breasts and nipples as they hung beneath her.  They would be so much fun to abuse in a few days.  She had been thinking of something especially creative to do with those nipples.

Before getting up, Karen set her empty coffee cup down and dumped out the garbage bag, spilling the anal plug, soap, scrub brush, and razor onto the deck. She rose and carried the bag over to the slut.  One by one, she gently tugged each of the three attachments out of Carol and handed her the bag.  "Crawl to your spot, slut.  Squat over the bag and collect all of your nasty business in it.   Seal the bag and put it in the trash can, then rinse off the Nair in the shower.  When I come back out I'll expect you to be in your ready position right here.  Now go!"

Karen strolled casually into the house to refill her coffee and take a bathroom break.  She knew the slut would be fully occupied in trying to expel all of the liquid Karen had squeezed into her.  The poor thing would have to pee all day long after drinking so much water.  She would certainly feel clean, though. Clean and smooth.

Carol was crying openly in her back yard, on her "spot".  She was squatting on her haunches trying to keep a plastic bag situated so that everything that spilled out of her could be caught in it.  It was horrible and there was abolutely nothing good about what was happening to her.  To be so callously abused by being filled up like a water balloon made her feel completely helpless.  She couldn't get all of the stuff to come out of her easily.  Each time she thought she was through she would feel another urge coming and expel even more.  It was disgusting.  She envisioned her neighbors, a retired couple, listening to the rude sounds emanating from her yard and wondering what in the world was going on over there.  She was worried that she would not get it all out and complete rinsing off the cream before Miss Karen returned.  She was worried about the dog whip.  She was worried about being late for school, and if anyone would notice her hairless arms.  She was worried about everything. Nothing was secure for Carol anymore.  She knew nothing beyond the range of her most recent instructions.

She stayed on her spot until she was absolutely sure she had completely emptied herself into the bag.  Tying the end of it in a knot, she carried it very carefully to the trash can at the corner of the yard beside the gate that led to the driveway.   The hot water was a real pleasure even though she hurried to rinse off the cream.  It had dried into a film that wasn't easy to remove, so she had to briskly rub her hands over every area she could reach to get it all off.  Peeking out of the shower stall, she was relieved to see Miss Karen had not reentered the back yard.  Carol quickly padded over to the location she was expected to be in and assumed the waiting position.  The sun had risen enough to cast a yellow early morning glow over the back yard.  A few minutes passed before she heard the glass door slide open.

Karen checked the slut over very closely, looking for any semblance of even the smallest hair on her body.  She found a few on the back of her hands and her forearms, and directed her to shave them off with the razor she had brought out earlier for just that purpose.  She knew such a close examination was difficult for the slut, both in terms of her dignity as well as her desire.  Karen knew when she had her property purring, and this one was revved up.  She appreciated that certain moment when a female was known to be at the height of her desire. The slightly swollen labia, hard nipples atop a rising and falling chest, the frequent licking of the lips and eyelash batting.  It was mesmerizing to watch. Karen would have her time soon enough.  For now, though, she had a newly hair free slave to scrub down.  "Go to the shower stall and wet yourself down, pet.", she ordered.

Carol hurried off as ordered and doused herself with warm water.  Mistress followed closely behind her, carrying the soap and scrub brush.  She handed them both to Carol, telling her to wash her hair with the soap, then to lather up the brush.  When this had been done, Mistress took the stiff brush and began scrubbing every inch of Carol's soft skin with it.  It was coarse and it hurt, but Carol endured it because her Mistress didn't give her any other option.  She was certainly getting clean, she rationalized.  The areas Miss Karen scrubbed reddened quickly and faded back to Carol's normal skin color very slowly.

Again, Carol felt like a dog being washed by it's owner.  There was no consideration of her feelings or her comfort.  She was simply being scrubbed down in the back yard because she was dirty and needed to be made clean.  The brush was excruciating whem Miss Karen forced it between Carol's spread legs and across her breasts.  The pain brought tears to Carol's eyes, but she remained silent through it all.  That was remarkable even to her.

After giving the slut a good, thorough scrubbing, Karen ordered her to rinse off.   She retrieved the anal plug and the KY jelly and handed them both to the slut.  "You'll be wearing this plug in your ass today, slut.  Besides constantly reminding you of me and your need to please me, it will also initiate the process of making your ass more pleasant to fuck."

Carol stood, dumbfounded.

"Hesitate much longer and we'll have a conversation with my friend Mr. Dogwhip!", Karen announced happily.

Carol's emotions had been on a rollercoaster ride ever minute she had spent with Miss Karen.  Now, her heart sunk as she experienced another event in which she had to degrade herself to follow an order.  It wasn't that big.  She was sure she could handle it...the whip...that was worse.  Much worse.  She didn't want to be whipped again.  Never again.  Spreading the KY onto the plug, she crouched a bit as she reached around and eased it into her ass until the circumference narrowed at it's base and it nestled itself nicely into her.  She was surprised. There was only a little pain at first. Other than that, it felt kind of good even though she was still sore from the night before.

Karen could see the makings of a future anal queen.   The slut had hesitated only long enough to decide she didn't want whipped.  Once over that hurdle, she quite readily inserted the thing into herself.  Her facial expression was closer to contentment than revulsion or disgust.  "It's always worse thinking about things, pet.  Doing without thinking is how you will save yourself a lot of distress."

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

"Say it for me, slut.  Doing without thinking will save me distress."

"Um.  Doing without thinking will save me...distress, Miss Karen."

"Try again, correctly."

Concentrating, Carol responded, "Doing without thinking will save...this slut...distress, Miss Karen."  She was rewarded with a broad, genuine smile. Her Mistress was beautiful, she decided.  Miss Karen patted her on the head, then took her by the hand.  Turning toward the house, she led her through the sliding door and straight to the guest bathroom.   Being led by the hand was electrifying for Carol.  She had no idea how or why it had such an effect on her.  Perhaps it was the first time she felt herself voluntarily submitting to her Mistress out of desire to please her and to be with her rather than as a result of blackmail or a threat.  The plug in her ass moved around deliciously as she walked.  Her nipples betrayed her, as they always did.  Miss Karen noticed.

"I'll be keeping some of your supplies in this room, and I have other uses for it, as well."  Karen smiled and winked at the slut, relishing the blush that nicely complimented those fabulous nipples.  Karen then ordered her to open the medicine cabinet.

When Carol had first entered the guest bathroom she noticed that every hint of decoration had been removed.  For some reason the toilet seat was gone.  There was absolutely nothing left in the room that she could see.  As she was opening the medicine cabinet she suddenly thought of Megan.  Megan!  Oh, God!  What would happen?  Oh, God!

Carol struggled to maintain her composure and to focus on Miss Karen's words as thoughts of Megan ran through her mind.  She saw the hair coloring Miss Karen had chosen the night before, as well as a single tube of lipstick and a half full bottle of Chanel.  That's all that was in the cabinet.  Megan!

Miss Karen reached around her and grasped the bottle of perfume.  "Put the lipstick on, slut.", she ordered as she began spraying the Chanel on the slut's neck, behind her ears, her wrists, her belly, and her inner thighs.  Carol applied the crimson red lipstick carefully.  She was conscious of the fact that her Mistress was practically dousing her in the perfume, but her mind was fully on Megan.

Her little sister had just graduated from high school up north and had arrived a few days prior to spend a couple of weeks with Carol.  She had a friend who lived in Orlando and had left the night before to make the three hour drive to stay a couple of days with her.  She had slipped out without saying goodbye sometime after Carol had first left to go visit her new neighbor.  What would happen when she came back?  She had a key to the house!  Carol couldn't believe she had forgotten about Megan.

Mistress had stepped out but soon returned with a comb.  Carol had finished applying the lipstick and had put the perfume back in the medicine cabinet after it had been handed to her.  Miss Karen inspected her lips carefully.  "Good job. Now, you may comb your hair with this to get the tangles out, but I am not permitting you to style your hair, brush it, or anything else.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress.", Carol answered flatly.

Karen snapped her fingers in front of the slut's face.  "Earth to slut!  Is anybody home in there?", she asked mockingly.  "Were you thinking again?"

Carol couldn't tell the truth.  She had to sort things out to decide what to do about Megan.  Maybe she could call her.  She had the number written down somewhere...on the fridge, she thought.  "Uh.  Sorry, Mistress.  This slut will do better."

"I am keeping count of your errors today, slut.  Don't forget that there will be a price paid for each one.  I believe you are adding them up much more quickly than you know!"

Carol dropped her head in defeat.  She was down.  Her sister...her baby sister. She dragged the comb through her hair unenthusiastically.  She knew what it looked like and didn't even want to see herself in the mirror.  She never wore red lipstick.  Her hair would be flat and colorless since she had only washed it with soap.

Karen could see that some kind of transformation in attitude had taken place. "Put the comb down.  On your knees, slut. NOW!"

Carol was stunned out of her doldrums and dropped to her kneeling position. Instantly she felt her nipples stirring again and the warmth grow between her legs.  She hated that she was so easily turned on by a quick demand.  She still didn't understand it.  Everything was so confusing...

"Pledge?"

"This...slut pledges the full application of her mind, body, and soul to her Mistress' satisfaction.", Carol said, somewhat reverently.

Karen noted the improvements the slut had made in the wording since the night before.  She must have spent some time thinking about her pledge, which was good.  "I want to see you suck those nipples of yours, slut.  Do it."

Oh, no.  Carol thought.  She could almost bring herself to orgasm when she licked her own nipples.  It was one of her secret, favorite things to do...it was so...private, so...important to her...she...bent her head down toward her right breast and gently lifted it with both hands toward her mouth.  She easily took the length of the nipple between her teeth and nipped lightly at it, swirling her tongue around it and sucking it hard.  She moaned quickly and loudly, feeling herself becoming wetter by the second.  Afraid of being told to stop, she quickly took up her left breast to ensure it got some attention. After being denied pleasure for so long she was hungry for it, even if she had to give it to herself, on her knees, naked, on the guest bathroom floor, with...Mistress watching.

Karen immediately regretting turning the animal loose in the slut.  Not because she couldn't undo it, but because it had quickly gotten her aroused beyond the point where she wanted to be at seven o'clock in the morning.  She did not interrupt her own plans once she made them, barring unexpected circumstances.  A bit of horniness wouldn't cause her to jeopardize the slut's making it to work on time.  She grasped the slut by her hair and jerked her head back to an upright position.  "Enough!", she shouted to ensure she got full attention.

When she pulled the slut to her feet, she was amused to see how much lipstick the slut had left behind on her nipples.  She decided to leave it there.  It would make the day more interesting for the both of them.  Again, she took the slut by her hand and led her into the garage to get her dressed.

Carol was truly suffering.  Her pussy was hot and flowing freely down her thighs. She was desperate.  At that moment, Megan was a long way from her immediate concern, which was to have an orgasm.  Mistress practically dragged her to the garage and told her to get the TV and VCR off her car.  Carol did so with difficulty.   It proved she was much weaker than her Mistress, who had no problem lifting them onto the car the night before.  The scratch was worse than Carol had first thought, but...she just wanted to cum.

Karen chose a pair of black thigh-high stockings with elastic tops for the slut to wear.  She sifted through the bag full of shoes until she found a pair of slutty looking platform clogs.  They were black, quite high, and with a rounded toe.  She tossed the clogs and stockings onto the floor in front of the slut and told her to put them on.  Karen pulled out the blouse and skirt that the slut had slept on inside the cage the night before.  They were wrinkled and they smelled of sweat.  Karen tossed them on the floor and told the slut to put them on, as well.  She left the garage to retrieve a couple of items she was equipping her slave with for the day.

Carol was shocked that Mistress actually wanted her to put the nasty skirt and blouse on.  It had been embarassing enough to buy them at the thrift store. Wearing them would be an entirely different matter.  She couldn't!  She just couldn't!  She couldn't but she was soon enough into them and doing her best to make herself look presentable by trying to smooth out some of the wrinkles.  The blouse was white polyester, worn so thin that it was practically see-through. Carol buttoned it up to her neck in front.  The skirt was simply frumpy.  It was an unfashionable knee length and contained a number of small snags and loose seams.  The clogs were much better than the sandals she had been forced to wear for so long the night before.  They were not what she normally wore to teach school, though.  And, they were by no means comfortable.

The slut looked very apprehensive when Karen returned with the items.  She handed the slut a small purse.  "This contains a new cellphone for you.  You'll answer it when it rings, no matter what you are doing or where you are.  You'll also use it to call me to get permission to use the restroom.  I'll be here most of the day, so you had better hope you can reach me when you need to go.  Do you understand?"

The tears were coming again.  "Yes, Mistress."

"Good."  Karen then held up what looked like an antique choker with a large black opal centered in a rather gaudy silver mount.  "This!", she smiled broadly, "is a wonderful little piece of equipment!"  She stepped behind the slut and quickly passed it around her neck and fastened it in place.  "This is worth more than you are.  It contains a video and audio transmitter that will enable me to accompany you throughout the day...by remote!  If you try to take it off you'll find yourself incapacitated.  People will think you had a seizure of some kind and you won't be worth a thing to anybody then.  It even has a GPS marker so that I can see where you are in the school at any given time.  I love it!  I'll be watching and listening to you perform all day, so you had best be on your toes. I'll be counting your mistakes, pet."

Carol cried silently.  It was terrible.  Worse than last night.  The people she would see today knew her.  Oh!

"Now, you are not to eat or drink anything today. You may not touch yourself. You will obey any instructions you get.  You will leave work immediately after your last class and drive to the thrift store we got your nice outfit from last night and wait in the car there until further instructions.  Do you understand all of this?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Karen handed the slut her keys, which still contained the now obsolete housekeys, and strode over to the wall to activate the automatic garage door opener.

Suddenly snapping out of her daze, Carol quickly hopped in the car and backed out. She was petrified that one of the neigbors would see what was going on in her garage and wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.

Karen started brewing another pot of coffee while she flipped on her remote observation unit.  She watched the slut drive away from the vantage point of her throat.  What a wonderful life, Karen thought.  What a great day today would be!

Chapter IX  Carol's Workday

Carol hadn't driven a block before the cellphone in her handbag started to ring. She hadn't used it before and was unfamiliar with it.  It took a few seconds of fumbling before she was able to answer.  "Hello?"

"I forgot a few things, pet.  I'll be the only one calling you on this phone, so you should answer by saying "Yes, Miss Karen?".  I want it answered that way quickly, whenever it rings.  Do you understand?"

"Uh.  Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol replied, trying to concentrate on the road.

It was delightful for Karen to toy with the slut while watching from the unique vantage point of the choker mounted on her throat.  Karen chuckled to herself. She would call the device her "chokercam".  She planned to try out a small earpiece that would fit within the slut's ear, enabling her to hear Karen whenever she chose to communicate a message.  That would be when she could really get inside the slut's head.  For the time being, the cellphone would do a fine job of keeping her on edge and ensuring she was constantly mindful of who had control of her.

"You'll also need to unbutton the top three buttons on your blouse.  You didn't think you'd get away with buttoning up like that, did you?"

"Nnno.  No, Miss Karen. This slut apologizes."  Carol was starting to feel her heart rising into her throat.  Unbuttoning would make it difficult for her...as if it wasn't bad enough...to conceal that she wasn't wearing a bra under the nasty, thin white blouse.

"So, I'll add that little example of stupidity to the list for today."  Karen could see on the monitor that  the car had stopped at an intersection. "Unbutton now, slut, and adjust your mirror so I can see that you've done it."

Carol quickly unbuttoned the top three buttons, feeling self conscious to be doing so in broad daylight on her way to work.  She adjusted the rear view mirror until Miss Karen could see the reflection of her chest.

"Good girl.  Another thing before you pull out.  I don't want you sitting down at all today, except, obviously, in the car.  But, while you're driving, you need to pull that skirt up and sit your bare ass on the seat.  Do it now."

As Carol lifted her hips to tug the skirt up around her waist, she noticed in her side view mirror that a car had pulled in behind her.  There were no other cars in the intersection.  Her seatbelt was in the way, so she had to unfasten it.  She knew the other driver would quickly get impatient with her since there was no reason why she shouldn't go through the intersection.  She also didn't want it to be obvious what she was doing.  With increasing frustration, she managed to get the skirt pulled up and the seatbelt back on.  She proceeded through the intersection and picked up the cellphone.

"Okay, Miss Karen.  I did it.  Ah, this slut lifted her skirt up, Miss Karen." There was nobody there.  A brief wave of panic washed over Carol.  Had she accidentally hung up on Miss Karen?  The sensation of sitting directly on the seat was having an effect on her that she would just as soon have done without while on her way to work.  She felt extremely exposed, even though she really wasn't.  The plug was pushing into her and her pussy was wet yet again.  She nearly jumped when the cellphone rang again.

"Yes, Miss Karen?", she correctly answered.

"You hung up on me you stupid slut!", Karen hissed into the phone.  "Lose another button!"

Carol's heart was beating so rapidly she felt short of breath.  Oh, God.  How could she ever survive this?  "Yes, Miss Karen.", she answered respectfully. She undid the fourth button on the blouse, realizing she would now be totally unable to appear to be anywhere near respectable.  It was with considerable relief that she heard Miss Karen hang up.

Carol pulled into the teacher's parking lot feeling like she stood at the edge of a bottomless chasm.  She sat in the car for a few seconds to gather her wits. She hadn't been able to consider what to do about Megan.  Her little sister couldn't come back after her visit to Orlando with all of this...this...decadent activity going on.  She shut off the car and put the cellphone in the small handbag before climbing out and locking the car.  She tucked the blouse into the skirt in front as tightly as she could get it in an attempt to keep the blouse from opening up on top.  She hadn't worn the slutty clogs for several years. She was really trying to get used to them as she walked across the parking lot. If she was awkward on them it would only attract unwanted attention.  Maybe she could make it through the day.  Maybe at lunchtime she could figure out what to do about her little sister.

Karen watched the monitor closely to time her next call.  She wanted the slut just inside the doors.  She dialed quickly when she saw that the slut was approaching the entrance to the school.

Carol thought her heart would explode when she heard the cellphone ring just as she entered the school.  The administrative offices were to her immediate right. There would be people coming and going out of there.  She wanted to avoid everyone she could.  She kept walking while she opened the handbag and took out the cellphone.  "Yes, Miss Karen?", she answered quietly.

"Are there mirrors in the teacher's restroom?", Karen asked.

Oh, God.  "Yes, Miss Karen."

"Go there now."

Carol turned around.  The female teacher's restroom was in the administrative offices section.  She would have to go in.  Mary, the school secretary, would be there at the counter sipping coffee.  Carol decided not to think about it, to just go through the door like it was a normal morning.  Luckily, Mary wasn't looking up when Carol passed through.  She strode quickly through the small lobby and into the restroom and was relieved to find herself alone.   She walked over to one of the sinks and waited for Mistress to say something.

Karen was delighted to see the stricken look on the slut's face.  She had a good view of her as the mirrors covered the entire wall behind the restroom sinks. "Take me on a tour of one of the stalls, slut."

"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol answered.  Turning, she entered the first stall and closed the door behind her.

"How many stalls are there?", Karen asked.

"Six, Miss Karen."

"This is the first stall?"

"Yes, Miss Karen."

"Good.  This is your stall, slut.  If I give you permission to pee, you'll come in this stall and remove your blouse and skirt, and you'll pee while standing up.  If I give you permission to get a drink of water, this is where you will drink it from.  Do you understand?"

Tears welled up in Carol's eyes.  She didn't know how she could make it through the day.  "Yes, Miss Karen."

"Good, now be an obedient little slut and go out to the mirror and show me those luscious nipples of yours!"

"Miss Karen!  I can't do...This slut can't do that!  Someone will..."

"You'd rather have me email some photos to the school office today then?", Karen replied.  "I think you are making it worse for yourself by thinking, pet."

Carol hesitated.  Maybe she could get away with it.  She left the stall and stood before the large mirror.  She held the phone to her ear with her right hand and nervously opened the blouse to reveal her hardened nipples.  Carol was shocked to see how much lipstick she had left behind on them after being made to suck them earlier.  They were prominent enough as it was, but now their coloration would make them even more noticeable through the thin fabric of the old blouse.  She looked around for a paper towel.  If she could just wipe them off quickly...

Karen could see that opening the fourth button had been a mistake.  The front of the slut's blouse was practically open all the way to her waist.  That would not do.  She couldn't push things to the point that her intentions might be compromised.  "You had better button up two buttons, slut.  You're going to make a spectacle of yourself."

Hearing those words produced such a sense of gratitude in Carol that she sighed aloud.  "Oh!  Thank you Miss Karen!", she exclaimed.  She felt as though she had been given a valuable gift.  Maybe she could make it through the day afterall. She did not hesitate for a second.

"Before I leave you alone for a while, you'll need to lift that skirt and show me your cunt.", Karen said as though she were bored.

Carol's relief was short lived as her apprehension that someone might walk in grew stronger with each moment that passed.  She reached down and grasped the hem with her left hand and lifted it slowly, concentrating on any sounds outside the door so that she could drop it quickly if need be.  She had to gather the material up as she raised it to allow Miss Karen a clear view of her...bald, wet, hot pussy.  She looked at herself in the mirror, along with her tormentor. What she saw was not the school teacher that had been in the building on Friday. It was something else, something entirely different.

"I'll be in touch.", Karen announced before disconnecting the call.  She noted with interest that the slut maintained her position for a few seconds after she had hung up.  She looked a bit mesmerized.

Karen poured herself a cup of coffee and went out to the back yard to straighten up a bit.  She hadn't been sure how much time there would be to spare that morning so hadn't had the slut clean up.  There was never a good excuse for leaving things untidy.  She left the monitor behind, disinterested in following the slut's every step throughout the day.  That would be more boredom than she could bear.

Carol snapped out of her brief daze and smoothed out the natty skirt she had been made to wear.  She replaced the cellphone in the otherwise empty handbag, and proceeded to her homeroom class.  She was relieved that Mary had left her usual perch at the front counter at least long enough for her to pass through the adminsitrative lobby unnoticed.

The students were an entirely different situation, however.  Normally, Carol would sit at her desk as the students trickled in.  She would grade papers or write memos to herself - anything to pass the time.  This morning, however, she was not allowed to sit.  The room was empty when she arrived, so she tugged her stockings up to get them adjusted and did the best she could at straightening out her blouse and skirt.  Her hair was flat and dull.  Without makeup other than the bright red lipstick, she knew the students would notice.  She wasn't worried about the noticing part.  The problem that concerned her was what if they asked her about it?  She paced back and forth across the room in the slutty platform clogs, thinking through different scenarios to come up with the best possible answers.  She was scared to death that Miss Karen would call her while she was in front of a class.  Maybe the best she could do about that was to put it out of her mind.

Karen's idea of straightening the back yard involved little more than transferring everything that had been left out there into the garage, where she dumped it in a heap on the floor.  The morning was already oppressively hot, so she opted to stay in the house and went to the kitchen to have a bagel.

The homeroom period lasted only ten minutes.  Carol was very relieved that the kids seemed to be focused on each other rather than her.  She had noticed a couple of double-takes and was sure some curiosity had been aroused, but was simply thankful none of them had said, "Hey, Miss Sizemore, what's with the lipstick?", or "What happened to your hair?"  All the while she waited for such questions to come at her, she had to pace slowly back and forth, doing her best to keep her breasts from bouncing and struggling to keep her mind on anything other than her pussy, nipples, and the plug that was beginning to feel kind of nice in her ass.

Her first class was a different situation.  All eyes were focused on her throughout, and she noted questions in each one of them.  She felt completely naked at the front of the classroom, and was sure they all knew she wasn't wearing a bra.  She was able to concentrate on the lesson plan she had intended to write when her weekend had started the previous Friday afternoon.  Things happen, though.  Like when your new neighbor moves in and turns you into a...a...whatever.

When the first period ended one of her better female students waited until most of the others had left before asking "Miss Sizemore" if she was okay.  Carol answered that she was fine.  The girl mentioned that she noticed Carol hadn't worn her wedding ring and that maybe...But Carol had answered that she was doing a lot of cleaning around the house and that she had taken her rings off to keep from damaging them.  It seemed to be a good enough excuse.

The quart of water that she had been forced to drink that morning was beginning to find its way to her bladder by halfway through the second period.  That was a problem, a real problem.  She knew she seemed distracted through the last half of the class, and she was.  She had no idea how to get permission from Miss Karen to go pee.  The instructions she had received earlier regarding how she was to pee when given permission gave her enough incentive to hold out for as long as possible, but this was one of those times where she had to go...so much was flowing through her system that she had to get rid of it.

She had no idea how she managed to make it through the period, but as soon as the bell rang she was dialing her home number on the cellphone Miss Karen had given her.  She stepped over into the corner of the room, ignoring the students as they filed out.  Carol squeezed her legs together as tightly as possible, not sure if she could even make it to the restroom if she could get permission.  Her phone was ringing...

Karen had just finished her third cup of coffee and was looking through the refrigerator for some juice when the phone rang.  Of course she wasn't going to answer it, but she did look at the monitor to see what was happening.  Sure enough, it was the slut calling.  The "chokercam" showed a wide angle view from the level of the slut's throat, and Karen could see she had the cellphone pressed against her jaw.  She seemed to be standing in a corner.  The answering machine finally picked up.  Karen laughed out loud when she heard how long the slut's message was.  Obviously she needed to pee.  Karen was surprised it had taken this long for her to get desperate enough to call.  Now the slut was recording a message on her own machine that was hilarious to Karen. "MissssKaren thisslut has to peeeee!  Please answer please!"

Karen found a quart of orange juice and casually poured herself a glass while the slut hung up.  She could see the class was beginning to fill with students. This was the sort of story she liked to tell when she got together with her friends and associates.  They knew her to be diabolical.  She was that, and she loved that about herself.  She sat down at the table, reaching for her cellphone.

Given the choice of violating the school's policy against the use of cellphones during school hours or peeing on the floor in front of a classroom full of students, Carol opted for the former when the cellphone started beeping.  She answered it so quickly that many of the students noticed that she seemed highly agitated.  Luckily for her they were noisy enough this morning that she could answer properly without them hearing her.  "YesssMisssKaren?"

Sounding as though she resented this interruption to her peaceful day, Karen barked into the cellphone, "You may go to the restroom now, slut!", and hung up. Snapping the phone closed, Carol announced to the now full classroom, "I'll be right back, class!", as she scurried out the door and into the hallway.  She was fully aware that her breasts were bouncing freely behind the flimsy material of the old polyester blouse.  It was a fair trade, she thought as she nearly ran down the hall  toward the administrative offices.

She burst through the door and dashed across the lobby area so quickly that Mary nearly spilled her late morning coffee.  "What in the world?", she exclaimed just as Carol passed through the ladies room door.  Carol knew she was dribbling and only feared now that she would not make it into the stall.  She was pulling the blouse up over her head even as she entered the stall and barely managed to unzip and push the skirt down far enough to step out of it before the torrent of urine that she had held back so desperately began to splash off the rim of the toilet.  She stepped forward, straddling the toilet and crouching slightly to keep the piss from running down her thighs.  Just as she got herself centered over the bowl she heard the restroom door swing open.  It was Mary.

"Carol!  Are you all ri....What in the world?"

Mary was a loud and obnoxious gossip in the best of circumstances.  These were not the best of circumstances.  Carol clasped the blouse to her breasts.  She hadn't had time to close the stall door.  She knew if Mary approached..."SHIT!", Carol's mind screamed.  The cellphone had slipped out of her hand, bounced off her right foot, and was skidding across the tile floor in the direction of the door.

Mary could hear splashing inside the stall, and could plainly see Carol's feet facing the wrong direction under the stall.  Now, a cellphone was sliding toward her on the floor.  She bent to pick it up.  As she stepped forward to look into the open stall, the cellphone rang.  What was Carol doing peeing like that?  Why was she standing up?  Why was she naked?  What was that she had up her...?  Mary loved every second of it.  How many people could she tell about this by lunchtime?  Mary looked down at the cellphone.  Carol was in no condition to answer it.  She flipped it open, standing at the end of the open stall. "Hello?"

Karen was taken aback by the fact that the voice did not belong to the slut's. All she could see on the monitor was the back wall of the toilet stall. She had seen with considerable enjoyment that the slut had remembered to get naked, and that she was standing.  The cellphone had been visible as the slut ran down the hallway and into the restroom, but had been out of sight since...she must have dropped it.  "Carol?  Is this Carol Sizemore?"

"No, and I'm glad it's not, cause she is having some kind of problem here!", Mary exclaimed loudly enough, Carol thought, for everyone in the school to have heard it.  Carol was crushed.  Destroyed.

"Oh, Dear.  Who is this?", Karen asked. "This is Mary.  I'm the school's administrative secretary."

"I see.  What...what is the trouble Carol is having?  I'm her o.b.g.y.n.", Karen asked calmly.  She could hear the ignorant woman inhaling deeply on the other end.

"Well, she's peeing over a toilet here at the school, and she doesn't have any clothes on, and she...she's crying, and..."

"Oh, no.  I told her not to work today, Mary.  She has a severe infection as well as a nasty intestinal virus.  You may not want to get too close to her."

Mary instinctively took a step back.  The hyponchondriac in her was announcing that she had had enough of this.  Time to go sanitize her hands after touching the cellphone of a sick person.  "Oh,  okay.  Bye."  Mary put the cellphone down and retreated toward the door.  "I'll go get Amanda for you, Carol.  She'll know how to help."

Carol didn't need the help of the school nurse.  She needed to die, right then and there.  It was a relief when the stream became a dribble, then a drip.  She turned to look out of the stall and saw her reflection in the mirror.  Oh, God. The anal plug was plainly visible the way she was standing...Mary...Oh, God. Carol saw the open cellphone on the counter, but needed to get redressed before Amanda arrived.  She pulled the blouse down over her head and stepped into the skirt.  It was damp, actually, wet, from the initial rush that Carol hadn't been able to get to fall into the toilet bowl.  She pulled it up and quickly zipped it, smoothing everything out as best she could.  What had Miss Karen said to Mary?  Oh, God.  What had she said?

Watching the monitor, Karen saw that the slut had redressed and was now stepping toward the cellphone.

"Miss Karen?", Carol asked.

Remarkable.  Even under such circumstances the slut was remembering.  "Listen carefully, slut.  I told Mary I was your o.b.g.y.n.  You have an intestinal virus and a bad bladder infection that has made you incontinent.  I told you that you should not work for a few days, but you insisted.  My medical advice is that you leave school until provided further instructions.  The nurse is on her way, and getting out now will be the only way to provide yourself a plausible excuse for pissing all over yourself and the restroom.  Right?"

"Uh. Yes.  Yes, Miss Karen.  Thank you Miss Karen.  I'll...I'll do that."  Carol felt grateful for the quick thinking of her Mistress.  Being helped out of such a humiliating situation was an unexpected gift.

Just then the restroom door opened and Amanda entered.  Mary was opting to stay away, fearful that she had already earned herself a good chance to become seriously ill.  Amanda looked concerned, but Carol could see she had been told more than might have been necessary.  Mary was always a complicating factor, no matter what the circumstances.

"Are you okay, Carol?", Amanda asked.

Carol's blush gave away the fact that there was more to this thing than an infection and virus.  "Oh, I'm fine.  Thanks.  My, ah..."

"Mary told me you had an accident?"

"Oh, yes.  But I did get a call from my doctor.  She told me to stay home today. I shouldn't be here,  ah, I...need to go home."

Karen watched as the slut muddled her way through the exchange without giving anything away.  It was a noteworthy recovery from what was certainly a highly distressing situation.  She managed to sidestep any exam by the school nurse and followed the proper procedure for departing the school early.  One of the students had delivered the empty handbag from the classroom to the office, and the principal had taken care of getting another teacher to cover the slut's remaining classes.

Carol was almost happy to be walking through the sunlight to her car, free from being forced to deal with so many issues in the school.  Her situation remained unchanged.  She had not been able to determine how to get her life back into her own hands, and still had not had the time to consider how to protect Megan from what was happening when she returned from Orlando.  Carol was still perspiring from the stress and she smelled of urine.  She hoped to return home and would have been willing to do most anything to avoid being put in such humiliating circumstances around people she knew.

She climbed into her car, carefully lifting the skirt up so that her bare skin could sit directly on the bucket seat.  Carol remembered her instructions to drive to the thrift store she and Miss Karen had visited the evening before. She wondered if they were still valid since she had left work early.  Careful and smart enough not to take a chance on being whipped or slapped, she decided to drive there and wait for the instructions she knew would come soon enough.

Karen idled some time away rearranging furniture in the slut's former house. She remained quite amused by the slut's predicament in the school.  But, she had performed well enough.  It hadn't even been eighteen hours since Karen had moved on her neighbor.  All was going well, and Karen was having a good time while getting the break she needed.  When she checked the monitor she could see that the slut had followed her instructions and was sittling idle in the thrift store parking lot.  Karen decided to let her sit for a good while and continued changing things in the house so they were more to her liking.  Her primary goal for the day had already been satisfied.  The slut had created the scandal of the year at the school, Karen surmised.  Her appearance, coupled with her odd attire and self conscious manner, were capped by a mad dash out of a full classroom and a major spillage of urine that was actually witnessed.  What made it all the more entertaining for Karen was the fact that the slut was found naked as she straddled the toilet.  She knew the general tone of the gossip would have to do with speculation as to what was going on with Carol Sizemore.  Was she going off the deep end?  Such chatter was always helpful when it could be established prior to a disappearance.

Carol sat patiently in her car for over an hour.  She rationalized that every minute she was left alone to think was good.  She had been thinking a lot. Megan could not be allowed to return unless her situation changed quickly.  She wondered if the choker would actually incapacitate her if she tried to remove it, or if there really was a tracking device built into it if she decided to drive away.  Nothing about Miss Karen had proven to be false.  Carol feared her. She knew the thing on her neck did work in terms of it's having a camera lense that transmitted an image all the way back to her house.  That was amazing. And, Miss Karen had said it was worth more than she was.  Who had access to that kind of equipment?  Who was Karen, really?  Why had she come into Carol's life...turning her into a pathetic, confused, horny slut so quickly.  How could she get in touch with Megan?  All of her thinking was amounting to little more than that.  She was not able to form conclusions or make realistic plans that would help her extricate herself from the grips of her...worst of all...she wasn't sure she wanted out.  Yet.  She had never been kept so aroused for so long in her life.  Nothing had done this to her.  Nothing.  When the cellphone finally beeped, it nearly scared her to death.

"Yes, Miss Karen?"

"I may choose for you to go back to school tomorrow, slut.  But, you'll have to go back in the same slutty clothes you wore today unless you can go back in that thrift store and convince the nice lady to let you exchange your outfit for a different one. You stunk pretty badly this morning, and I'll bet you smell like piss now.  So, it's your choice."

Carol's heart fell to her feet as she listened to Miss Karen.  She couldn't go back tomorrow in these clothes.  She wasn't  sure she could go back tomorrow at all, let alone in the nasty skirt and blouse.  "But, I don't...But this slut doesn't have any money, Miss Karen!", she exclaimed.  She wanted mercy from a merciless woman.

"I think I used the word "exchange".   I think you know the meaning of that word.  I think, also, that you know you just annoyed me by asking a question. So, there will be a price to be paid that is far beyond any little embarassments you suffer in the next few minutes.  I just don't think you want to make it any worse for yourself."

Carol noted a new menace in Miss Karen's voice, and knew she had no options. All she could do was try, and maybe it would be okay.  The cellphone connection went dead, and she felt as though she were naked onstage with the whole world watching. She reluctantly climbed out of the car and made her way to the counter.  At least a different woman was working.  This one was much better dressed, and less overweight.  She wore sunglasses inside and had long, curling fingernails on her left hand.  She saw Carol coming, and seemed to be considering her an oddity before she even walked through the door.

Geraldine hated the way white people smiled at you when they wanted something. It was that sheepish, "I'm really friendly and I hope you'll be nice to me" smile that always appeared before they tried to bargain you down to a lower price or to get something for nothing.  The white bitch coming through the door had that kind of a smile.

"Hello!", Carol called out as she passed through the door.  She noted a poorly concealed expression of contempt on the woman's face, but it was soon followed by a plastic smile and a silent nod.  Carol proceded to the counter where the woman was actually putting her husband's clothes on hangars.

"I have a small problem that I hope you can help me with.", Carol began in a pleading tone of voice.

"Here we go.", thought Geraldine.  "Uh huh.", she replied.

"I donated several bags of good clothes last night.  Actually, you're working on some of my husband's clothes right now.", Carol paused to see if the woman was paying attention.

"Uh huh."

"And, I realized I had mistakenly donated my favorite skirt and blouse.  I didn't know it until I got home, but the store had closed before I could get back.  So...I was wondering...?"  Carol paused, hoping the woman would finish the sentence for her.

"Uh huh."

"Well, I was wondering if it would be okay for me to get my skirt and blouse. They're in one of those bags right there."  Carol gestured casually toward a couple of bags piled up behind the counter.  She hoped and expected to hear another "Uh huh." "I heard bouts you.  You's the one come in heah lassnite wit yo skanky behine hangin' out cho shorts."  The woman was speaking in a monotone without looking up or interrupting her work prepping the clothes.  "White bitch dress the same way wennin ta the movie store up the block and pull a choo choo on seven eight boys from mah hood."  Her eyes flashed quickly up at Carol, who was stunned. "So!  In you comes actin' like all a that!  Well.  I doesn't sell to no white trash crackhead hoe's!"  The woman turned her back to Carol and walked to the other side of the U-shaped checkout counter.

Carol's heart was beating so strongly that she half wondered if it would explode.  She had never been spoken to like that.  Oh, God!  She was lost, speechless.  She couldn't seem to get a word out, let alone a thought that could produce one.  She hadn't expected this.

Geraldine held her hand up and made a sweeping motion toward the door.  "Move along, whore.", she muttered.

Carol had gotten accustomed to following orders, so it was easy for her to turn and begin walking out of the store.  It wasn't until she got to the door that her tears burst forth and began streaming down over her cheeks.  She ran the short distance to the car, frantic to get away from there as fast as possible. She was so ashamed to have been called a "crackhead whore" by a complete stranger.

She could hear the cellphone ringing well before she opened the door.  It signaled much more than a simple phone call.  Miss Karen had been watching, and already knew she had failed in her task.  How could it happen?  Carol had been confident that anyone reasonable would have accepted her story, which was mostly true, and would have let her retrieve a couple of items.  She remembered to lift her skirt before sitting down, and pulled the phone out of the otherwise pointless and empty handbag.  "Yes, Miss Karen?"

Karen noted the sadness in slut's voice.  She knew she had failed.  "You left the store without following my instructions, slut.  Why?"

Miss Karen sounded upset.  Carol didn't need that. "I, ah.  This slut tried, tried to, ah...do it, Miss Karen.  But..."

"Are these excuses I am listening to?  I don't think my ears can hear excuses, especially not from sluts!"

Carol knew she had crossed the line.  "This slut failed and is very sorry, Miss Karen!"

Karen saw an opportunity.  She loved it when wonderfully creative ideas popped into her mind from nowhere.  "It's time for you to have a choice, slut.  Option one: You come home in those clothes to be severely punished, sleep on them tonight, and be sent back to work tomorrow in them.  Option two is you leave the blouse and skirt in the parking lot and come home to less severe punishment and you'll call in "sick" tomorrow.  You have ten seconds to decide."

"Oh, my God.", Carol thought.  She couldn't go back to work tomorrow.  Not after what had happened.  She couldn't.  Not in these nasty clothes.  Severely punished?  What did that mean?  The little whip?  Worse?  But...driving home naked in broad daylight?  Could she do that?  What if someone saw her?  What if...

"Time's up, slut.  Make your choice."

Carol was fixated on the thought of having to face her students, and Mary, and everyone at school again tomorrow.  That, and "severe punishment" were the greater fears.  "Yes, Miss Karen.  This slut chooses...option two."

Karen noted the apprehension in the slut's voice. "Why are you wasting my time?", Karen yelled into the cellphone before disconnecting.   Watching on the monitor, she saw that she had the desired effect.

Carol put the cellphone down and quickly pushed the skirt down over her hips to the floor, then pulled the blouse up over her head.  Glad she had parked with the driver's side of the car away from the store, she scanned the lot to see if anyone might notice her dumping the skirt and blouse on the asphalt.  The lot was still practically empty, so she opened the door a crack and pushed them both out.

Now naked except for the thigh highs and platform clogs, she started the car and pulled out of the lot.  Every thought she had now was of concealing herself from other drivers and pedestrians while making it home as quickly as possible.  She knew it was going to be the longest ten minute drive of her life, but was confused and frustrated by the fact that her nipples were hardening and her pussy was beginning to throb.  She had never thought herself an exhibitionist, and would never put herself into this kind of a predicament if she had any other choice.

She had made it out of the plaza and onto the main highway that led in the direction of home without stopping.  She was sure she hadn't been seen.  Now, on the highway, she slouched down so that her chest would at least be below the top of the doors.  She hoped the privacy glass would conceal her better than it seemed.  She felt completely exposed to the entire world.  And, she had never felt so thoroughly alive.

Karen, watching the monitor, decided to torment the slut just a bit more before she made it "home".  She called again.

"Yes, Miss Karen?" Carol answered, her voice quavering.

"I feel like being naughty, slut.  It's almost lunchtime.  Pick me up an order of fries."

"Miss Karen!  This slut doesn't have any money!", Carol cried.

"I seem to recall seeing a good amount of change in your center console.  Aren't you glad I didn't order a value meal?"  Karen disconnected the call and poured herself a cup of coffee.

Carol was frantic.  She realized she had to pee again.  She turned the air conditioning up higher as she had begun to sweat.  Her nipples were still coated with her own lipstick.  Oh!  What could she do?  It would be brief.  She could slouch.  She needed to choose a fast food restaurant that was fast.  Waiting at the window would simply kill her.  She could cover herself with her arm, somehow.  She could do it.  She could.

Karen watched the monitor, seeing the slut exit the highway and pull into a Burger King.  She was actually going to do it!  The slut would do anything to avoid Karen's wrath...and the whip, of course.  Things were going quite well.

Carol pulled up to the "to go" order station and ordered a small fry.  She gathered up a few spare quarters in the console and intentionally waited a few seconds before pulling around.  She had to be sure they would be waiting on her to give her the fries rather than getting to the window too soon.  She was so thankful there were no other customers to prolong her torment.  Her pussy was flowing freely now.  She felt the seat getting slick. She moved over closer to the door to minimize her exposure and pulled up to the window with the change in her left hand and her right arm ready to cover herself as soon as she could let go of the steering wheel.  Nobody was in the window.  She waited a few seconds before a teenage boy with a pimply face appeared with the fries in his hand.  He slid the door open without looking.  "Seventy nine cents, please.", he muttered unenthusiastically.  She put the change in his outstretched hand.  He handed over the fries before looking down at her.  By then Carol had the fries in her hand and was already pulling out.  The boy had seen something that nobody would believe, and something that he knew he would never, ever, see again.