CHAPTER 33 More Fun in Florida
"I'll never cease to be amazed by the stupidity of men.", Karen said.
She and Tawny had been cuddling on the chaise lounge, under the shade of the
magnolia tree in the back yard. Karen was idly rolling Tawny's left nipple
between her fingers.
"Considering where most of their thinking function is performed what do you
expect?" Tawny answered cheerily. "He's not much to look at, is he?", she
observed.
"Maybe he has a talent of some kind."
"Hmm. Maybe."
Tom Sizemore stood before them, his eyes ablaze with hatred, contempt, and fear.
The ladies had successfully duped him. Karen knew that men hated to be
outsmarted by women, so he was surely as angry with himself as he was with them.
He was in a real predicament. After putting the cuffs and leg irons on him,
they had installed a nice, tight leather cock and ball harness, a collar, belt,
and, finally, a ball gag. It was when he saw the ball gag coming that he
started to get a bit frisky. That was rectified by a quick twist of his
distended balls, and he had been much more compliant since. It had taken both
of them to manage the process of changing the handcuffs over to leather wrist
cuffs and securing his wrists to the chain that hung from the tree limb. Now,
he was standing up on his toes, causing his legs to flex nicely. For some
reason, he kept grunting as though they somehow cared that he might be unhappy.
"Keeping him?" Tawny asked.
"Whatever. You can have him. I don't care." Karen looked up to see the
moron's eyes widen even more.
"Woohoo. Thanks a lot." Tawny rolled her eyes. "Another workshop slave."
"A gift horse, girl. You're welcome."
Tawny kissed Karen full on her lips, ending it with a few gentle licks between
her parted lips. "Thank you, my sweet.", she cooed.
"Enough of this idleness, bitch!", Karen announced with a smile. "There's work
to be done!" She gave Tawny a peck on her forehead and rose to revisit the
garage. Now that the sailor was no longer an issue, the work of packing up
could continue. Even though the capture had gone off without difficulty,
nothing good could come of their continued presence in the safehouse. The
longer she hung around after the former Tom Sizemore disappeared off the face of
the earth, the more likely it was that a problem could come up. As she walked
through the yard to the house, she turned back to see that Tawny had spread her
legs wide and was making quite a show of stroking her pussy for the horny
sailor.
It looked as though henry and amy had done all that they could do as far as the
specific tasks Karen had given them earlier. The garage was especially hot and
stuffy that day, and allof the slaves were completely covered in sweat. Henry's
white thong had become transparent and sweat dripped in a steady stream out of
it as he held his position.
Karen ordered amy to get two pints of water into each of the oversexed bitches
that hung from the ceiling, and to secure their collars to the back wall, making
sure to lock their cuffs behind them. She knew they would have their fingers up
their cunts in a heartbeat if given the chance, and she had something much more
fun in mind. When this was complete, amy was to bring pig into the garage, fold
up the table in the guest bedroom and take it to the garage, finish packing
Karen's clothes, then present herself in the back yard.
Henry was told to remove his thong, then to retrieve and deliver a number of
items to the back yard, along with two glasses of scotch, neat.
Tawny was still teasing the new capture when Karen returned, which was no
surprise. She had obviously worked herself into a high state of excitement in a
very short time. The thrill of a fresh catch did that to both of them.
Sometimes the anticipation of what was to come could be nearly as exciting as
the games themselves. She could see by the look on Karen's face that something
was brewing.
Karen was struck by how truly dumb the sailor was. Despite all that had
happened and all that he had heard, he was thrusting his hips and grunting as
though he were trying to encourage Tawny. Karen wondered if he thought he was
hot, despite the fact that everything about him was no more than average. His
cock was raging in the constraint of the harness. Of course, it would not let
an erection fade. It wasn't easy for him to wag it around as he was, given the
limited movement he enjoyed there under the tree. Karen supposed that if it
wasn't a testiment to his utter brainlessness, it was definitely proof that a
hard cock always leads the way.
"Don't tell me that little purple stub between his legs is making you hot.",
Karen said flatly.
"No. My fingers are making me hot.", Tawny sighed, flexing her legs straight
out on either side of the chaise. Karen watched a cute little rivulet of juice
squeeze out of her lover's pussy and slide lazily down her slit. It was a
delicious moment.
"And to think all this time I thought it was me!", Karen answered in a
disappointed tone. She pulled her top up over her shoulders and tossed it
aside. There had been a nice breeze blowing ever since they had come out, and
it felt good.
"Well. It might be you now that you are getting into my favorite outfit."
"Oh, never you mind me. I'm just getting ready for the show."
"I knew you had something going on in that pretty head of yours. You are
wicked, girl." Tawny licked her fingers and sat up, disappointing the dangling
sailor. He was beginning to drool, thanks to the ball gag that had been so
tightly inserted between his jaws that he had no ability prevent it. By the
look of his cock, he was probably experiencing a bit of pain there. Pain was
good, Tawny thought. She couldn't believe her brief time with Karen had come to
an end so soon. Tomorrow was it. She watched as Karen pushed her shorts down
her legs and stepped out of them. She was keeping her sandals on, which was
cute.
"There's always fun to be had.", Karen smiled. She moved over and sat in one of
the garden chairs beside the chaise. The sailor turned toward her. It was nice
to be looked upon with the sort of animalistic desire that was pulsing inside
him. It was even nicer to know he was harmless in that state and that she was
free to do with him what she will. She pulled her heels up onto the front edge
of the seat cushion, giving him a clear view of her pussy. It was empowering to
be careless and naked in front of a well bound stranger.
The sailor's head snapped quickly to the left. henry had appeared through the
sliding glass door, carrying a bundle in his left arm and the two drinks she had
ordered on a small serving tray in his right hand. Karen relished the confusion
and panic that registered on the moron's face. He had thought he was alone with
just the two women, and here came a naked guy with a huge cock swinging freely
between his legs. He began to grunt and shift his gaze back and forth between
Karen and Tawny, as though he were trying to ask "what's up?". They both broke
out laughing at his reaction.
"I think our friend is a bit homophobic.", Karen observed dryly.
Tawny doubled over, her body heaving with laughter. "If...he's homophobic
now...".
She couldn't finish the sentence until she took a few deep breaths to recover.
"He looks like he's just seen a ghost!"
"Well,...", Karen replied, putting on a Mae West voice, "...he ain't seen
nothin' yet."
Tawny burst into another fit of laughter. Karen could sometimes get her going
like this. Now, she was laughing because of Tawny. She took a scotch from
henry's tray and motioned for him to put the other items down next to her. He
then moved over to offer Tawny a scotch.
"Ew...making me drink like a man again?", she asked of Karen.
"No, making you drink a man's drink like a lady.", Karen answered instantly.
This tickled Tawny, who began laughing all over again.
Karen followed the sailor's gaze down to the bundle next to her. The only item
visible other than the towel were the cordless dog grooming shears that had
fallen out. His eyes darted back and forth between her eyes and the shears.
Very slowly she leaned down to pull back the ends of the rolled up towel to
expose her newest toy to the rest of the items henry had brought. A can of
shaving gel and a couple of fresh razors were there, along with an empty enema
bag, some nipple clamps, and a tube of lubricant. Now his eyes frantically
darted between the items, Karen's steady gaze, and henry, who had knelt between
his Mistresses to assume his position. The dumb sailor was starting to lapse
into a real state of panic. Karen pondered whether to let him fall or even him
out a bit. There was no need to be concerned for his mental state.
"Would you like for me to tell you what fun we are going to have, or would you
like for it to be a surprise, Tom?", she asked in a tone that was so strikingly
normal that it caused a chill to run down his back. She noticed the goosebumps
with satisfaction. "Nod one time if you want all the details now. Shake your
head from side to side if you would prefer to be surprised."
He glanced around at the trio, clearly wondering what kind of bizarre nightmare
he had fallen into. He had no answer, so he stared defiantly back at Karen and
grunted twice as loudly as he could.
"I think he just said "fuck you", Karen.", Tawny said happily.
"I think so too. Is that what you just said, sailor?"
"Ughmm. Ughm!"
Karen looked toward Tawny. "He really isn't very bright, is he?"
"Dumb as a doorknob. I think the nodding, shaking head thing was too
complicated."
"Obviously. He thinks we understand the male grunt, when in fact we've spent
our entire lives avoiding that particular variety of linguistics."
Tawny broke out laughing again.
"UGHMM. UGHM!", he grunted, nodding his head dramatically.
"Oh, look. The monkey does understand!", Karen exclaimed in mock surprise.
Tawny continued laughing, and finally managed to gasp, "But he's still dumb as
shit!" as she fell over onto the chaise. Even henry had started to grin.
Sometimes it was tough to keep a straight face.
"Is the monkey angry?", Karen asked while looking over her fingernails. She
really needed to visit a salon before heading back to Kabul. The crazed sailor
continued to grunt unintelligibly and nod his head. She shook her head slowly,
astonished that he seemed to have no idea that she had complete control of his
life in her neglected hands.
"henry, our new friend would like to have his nipples clamped now.", Karen
quietly ordered.
henry rose instantaneously. "Yes, M'Lady." He grasped the two alligator clips
and turned toward the defenseless sailor. Though very little movement was
possible for the man, he nevertheless made every effort to avoid having the
sharp, serrated edges of the clips snap down over his virgin nipples. "We've
found that a good grip on the scrotum settles this one down quickly, henry.",
Karen said blithely.
henry took hold of the distended balls and gripped them tightly. Sure enough,
all movement ceased and he was able to place both clips without further
difficulty. When he released his grip, however, the man began to dance most
humorously. He apparently thought, or at least hoped, that he could shake loose
the wicked things. The Mistresses laughed, and henry smiled.
"Look at how the monkey can dance! There's the talent you were looking for!",
Tawny giggled.
"I obviously don't have your eye for talent.", Karen said. "But I do know that
the monkey seems not to understand that I am communicating quite clearly. It
continues to display such disrespect. It really is shameful."
"UGHMM! UUUUGHHHMMPH!", he grunted.
"henry, this animal is entirely too hairy. I want you to remove all of it's
hair for me." Karen sipped lightly at the scotch, winking at Tawny.
"Yes, M'Lady." henry took up the dog shears and turned toward the man. He
started shaking his head back and forth as if it would prevent henry from giving
him a good haircut. henry solved the problem by taking a fistful of black hair
and pulling his head straight back, then running the shears roughly over his
skull until nothing remained but what he held in his hand. he then let go and
took hold of his balls, simultaneously pushing the head down toward the chest to
position it so that he could finish the job. The sailor was compliant, and in
only a few seconds henry had clipped his head down to a very short stubble.
Next, henry passed the shears up and down each armpit and thoroughly over his
crotch before turning to pick up the can of shaving gel. He pulled a spare lawn
chair over to stand on while he spread the gel over the captive's arms from the
lower edge of the wrist cuffs to the shoulders. Karen handed him one of the
razors and he began to shave down the arms.
"Shaving is such a tedious process.", Karen observed as she watched henry work.
"It's less tedious when sipping a man's drink in a ladylike manner, though.",
Tawny replied faceciously.
"So true.", Karen sighed.
By the time henry had finished shaving the man, Karen was ready for another
drink. Before sending him off to fetch it, though, she pointed out that she
could still see eyebrows. henry quickly removed them, then jogged off across
the yard with the tray and Karen's empty glass.
The dumb sailor was whimpering by then. He hadn't been too fond of having all
of his hair removed by a buff, hairless, naked guy with a huge cock. The little
clips on his red nipples had served to shift his focus from useless anger to
fruitful pain. "You'll find hairlessness to be a much better lifestyle.", Karen
announced. "Not that you'll have the choice, but there's always a silver
lining, you know."
"Where's amy?", Tawny asked.
"Probably still packing. I gave her some tasks. Why?"
"I could use a little attention."
"Oh, please! It's not like you didn't spend the entire morning having your ass
reamed. Have you become completely insatiable?"
"I've always been that.", Tawny replied coyly.
"You have a point. Just this once, though, can we let her finish? I'll feel so
much better once I am packed and things are more situated."
"Okay. I'll suffer." Tawny released a melodramatic sigh that made Karen roll
her eyes.
henry returned quickly with a fresh scotch for Karen. She had him remove the
harness from her new captive's cock and balls to allow for fresh circulation.
When the purple starts to turn blue, it's past time. The sailor groaned with
relief as fresh blood surged into his throbbing cock. "henry, we must keep him
interested while we give him this break.", Karen said.
henry knew exactly what that meant. He loved to keep men "interested", and
dropped to his knees in front of the sailor. A homophobic panic appeared to
overcome the man, but it only lasted as long as it took for henry to grab and
twist his tender little balls. Not one to waste time, henry simply took the
entire length of the brightening cock deeply into his mouth. It was only about
five and a half inches long. He began sucking loudly and with enthusiasm as he
had been taught. This cock would have no opportunity to lose interest, for
henry would milk it as well as any cocksucker on the planet. He took a great
deal of pride in his ability to keep men hard even under the most dire
circumstances.
"Be sure that the monkey does not spurt, henry.", Karen instructed. With that,
henry took hold of the cock and began stroking it while he directed his oral
attention to the little balls. He easily sucked them both into his mouth and
enjoyed rolling them around with his tongue while he rubbed the underside of the
cute little cock with his right thumb. Already the new captive was moaning.
That's they way henry liked it. He slurped and licked and sucked eagerly until
Mistress Karen instructed him to reinstall the harness.
"UGHMMFF! UGGHMMF!"
"Poor thing seems frustrated.", Karen observed casually.
"Yes, it's almost as though it enjoyed being serviced by a man."
"Well, it was a sailor in it's previous life. You know what they say..."
"Oh, we are seeing clear evidence of it!"
"UGGHMMFF!"
"henry, I please go fetch my number seven crop. This creature seems to want to
wear stripes."
"Yes, M'Lady.", henry replied instantaneously, already rising to jog off to
retrieve the crop.
"I think you should crop that little stump.", Tawny suggested.
"Imagine finding yourself married to that thing. What a let-down.", Karen
commented off handedly.
"Yes, no wonder she found a liking for big black cocks."
"It was inevitable, wouldn't you say?"
"UGGHMMFF!"
"Yes, I agree. Inevitable."
"Is there a use for a little nub like that?"
"Not that I know of."
"I would be at a loss to come up with one. Kind of pointless."
"UGGGMM. UGGGMMFF."
"Oh, good. Here's henry. You say I should crop the stump?", Karen asked
seriously.
"Might tend to get you a bit of respect."
The new toy was whimpering now. It was an annoying, high pitched cry that was
not adequately muffled by the ball gag. He was trying to turn away, as if he
could somehow protect himself.
"Look how dumb!"
"Yes, absolutely no thought at all. Nothing but an animal's reactions."
Karen artfully stepped into a swift, upward arc of the crop. It reminded Tawny
of a fast-pitch softball pitcher. The blow landed just under the base with a
satisfyingly loud crack as the lightweight whip bit into the engorged little
cock. Tawny counted three seconds before the pain made it's way to the dumb
monkey's brain. Of course, it was too much for the creature to process, so it
simply flopped around limply on the chain, whistling through it's flaring
nostrils. The eyes showed some degree of surprise, as though the idiot had not
thought of the possibility that he had been taken by such sadistic women as the
two of them.
"He seems now to know he is not at a county fair.", Tawny commented.
"Yes." Karen added, blowing on the tip of the crop as though it were a six
shooter. She strolled casually around the frightened, dangling sailor. It was
really quite funny, how he seemed not to be able to control his legs as the pain
reverberated through his body.
"This one obviously worked below deck. Note the pale skin.", Karen observed.
"Yes, and the hide is nearly flawless.", Tawny added.
"We like it that way. A blank slate.", Karen agreed.
Karen liked to call out the intended location of her strikes as though she were
playing billiards. She was good and knew it. "Three upward on either flank,
three horizontal across that fleshy lower abdomen." She stopped to assume a
proper cropping stance and to take aim. "This fellow seems to think I prefer
animation, but if he keeps it up maybe we'll simply create a eunich rather than
stripe him a bit."
Tawny nodded approvingly when the captive suddenly became stock-still. He was
beginning to take them seriously. That was good. "As a favor to me, will you
add the backs of the knees if the tub of mush moves?"
Karen smiled warmly. She was going to miss Tawny. They worked well together.
"Of course."
"Oh, one more thing before you begin?"
Karen sighed. She had been coiled and ready to unwind, and Tawny had broken her
concentration. "What?"
"Allow me to display henry for our friend, so that he can get used to the idea
of being a bitch." Tawny smiled wryly, knowing Karen would agree that the
thought was worth the interruption.
"Certainly, Dear.", Karen quickly agreed.
Tawny ordered henry into the "standing wait" position in front of the former
sailor, then whispered "Majestic". It was the code word that had been
inculcated into henry's brain through intensive training and that enabled him to
gain an erection. There was typically an instantaneous reaction, and this was
no exception. henry's huge, dangling cock began to fill with blood and swell to
it's full, menacing size. It was really too heavy to hold itself up, but with
the proper incentives henry had learned to strenghten himself to the point that
he could maintain it for long periods of time in a straight forward posture that
was quite remarkable to behold.
The poor, dumb monkey could not help but stare at such a magnificent example of
manhood. His expression was precious. It must have been terrible for him to
be repelled and fascinated by the flesh log while preoccupied with the fact that
he was about to receive his first cropping. Tawny wondered what his heart rate
was. Probably around one sixty, she guessed.
When Karen could make the light crop whistle she knew she was generating an
adequate amount of velocity to produce the kind of result she was after.
Heavier crops were much easier relative to the effort exerted and resulting
damage. This crop, however, was her most accurate. Even though she had to work
hard in using it, it's light weight was best for virgin, tender flesh.
The captive jerked slightly and grunted as though he had been shot when the
first blow struck at an upward angle across the outside flank of his left
buttock. He did not break his position, however, which was good. Karen was
focused on marking him in exactly the manner that she imagined, and she took the
effort every bit as seriously as an avid golfer would take the back nine.
The second mark was perfectly positioned about three inches above the first.
Again, there was no melodramatic flopping around and the sailor was doing a fine
job of remaining still for Karen. The welts she was raising were bright and
well defined. Remarkably, the first two were exactly the same length, which was
very difficult to do. She repositoned herself for the third, concentrating on
placing it just so. She coiled back, focused on the target, and came forward
with all of her strength.
A millisecond before the crop came into contact with the white flesh, the sailor
twisted just slightly to absorb the blow on his hip rather than his ass. Karen
was incensed. She stepped around in front of him to place the crop in henry's
mouth, then turned to face Tawny. She folded her hands together and bowed
slightly, as though she were about to address the PTA. "Did I fail to
communicate?"
Tawny, playing along, answered just as seriously. "Certainly not."
"So, without a failure to communicate, we are left with, what, stupidity?
Arrogance? Insolence?"
"Whatever. It's all the same.", Tawny replied in a grave tone.
"Indeed. In any event, the burden is now on me to get this creature's
attention. That is, if it can be wrested away from henry's cock." She glanced
up in time to see the dumb sailor's face begin to redden. "I believe I'll need
two short lengths of rope, if you will be able to lend me some assistance."
"Of course.", Tawny answered. "henry."
henry knew what was expected, and rose to go retrieve the rope. "Yes, M'Lady."
His training dictated that he maintain as much grace and elegance in his bodily
movements as possible. This made it more difficult to move quickly across the
yard, due to his long overdue and much welcomed erection. He was absolutely
prohibited from touching himself, and so could not support it if he ran. So, he
covered the distance across the lawn at a brisk walk, smoothing out his steps so
as to prevent his cock from bouncing and swaying too much.
Karen watched henry go. If she were straight he'd be absolutely the most
delicious man she had ever laid her eyes on. Then again, if she were straight,
she'd probably prefer a taller, more muscular guy. henry was as sexy as he
could be, but he was built like a swimmer and did not come across as being all
that masculine in his demeanor and mannerisms. "That is a thoroughbred.", she
observed aloud.
"But this," she turned toward the sailor, taking his chin in her right hand.
"...this is worthless in every way!"
"In every way?", Tawny inserted.
"Yes. In every way." Karen held the chin steady, but not to cause the piece of
shit to make eye contact with her. Never in his entire remaining life would he
rise to the level of being worthy of that. She was simply steadying his face
so that she could slap it as hard as she possibly could with her left hand.
Much like his whore former wife, he did not take well to being slapped. Tears
practically squirted straight out of his eyes and he began to whimper like a
child. She was surprised at how much her hand stung. She grasped him tightly
by his nose, pinching his nostrils together so that he could not draw a breath.
Jerking his head to the right, she noted a perfect red imprint of her left hand
on his right cheek.
"Very nice.", Tawny cooed.
Karen let go of his nose just as he was beginning to feel his lungs burn for
lack of oxygen. While he was struggling with the inadequacy of his nostrils for
taking in large volumes of air, she began slapping him repeatedly. When he
tried to pull his head back between his arms to protect himself, she poked him
once in the layrnx, proving his theory to be poorly conceived. All of the
frustration the dumb piece of shit had caused her by ruining the ending of her
summer and her time with Tawny came boiling out at once. She slapped him a
dozen times on each cheek before she finally realized that henry had appeard
with the rope.
"That felt good.", she said after taking a deep breath.
"Obviously.", Tawny agreed.
Karen ordered henry to tie the end of each four-foot length of nylon rope around
the idiot's ankles. She stepped over toward Tawny and leaned down to kiss her.
"Mmmm. I could just eat you up!", Karen whispered softly after the long,
probing kiss had come to a regrettable end.
She then removed the crop from henry's mouth and asked Tawny to take hold of the
rope attached to the sailor's right leg. henry was told to take hold of the
rope tied to the opposite leg. Karen then stood directly in front of the
quivering toy, making a widening motion with both hands. Tawny and henry began
to pull his legs in opposite directions. Given that he had been forced to stand
on his toes even when his feet were beneath him, he was now suspended by his
wrists, struggling to prevent his legs from being pulled apart. Tawny and henry
were certainly stronger than his legs, and quickly had his ankles separated by
four or five feet.
Karen watched Tawny briefly, enjoying the sight of her breasts jiggling as she
struggled to hold the rope steady. Karen could see Tawny soak up the energy of
the moment, and could picture her in a different time and place holding a calf
as it was branded. Cowgirls weren't naked, though. Karen doubted any of them
were as cute, either.
Brandishing the crop menacingly, she took several long seconds to get in the
proper position for a thrust directly up between the distended legs and into the
tender flesh there. She was not sure if she could make the crop whistle on a
vertical upswing, but she would certainly try. If the creature panicked it's
natural inclination would be to pull it's hips back, away from the source of
pain. She took that into account, intending to bring the crop up in an zone
that it would either hit home or find genitalia. She doubted the sailor was
smart enough to move his hips toward her to avoid the blow. That would be
functioning at too high a level than he had demonstrated thus far.
It was an electrifying moment, when the crop reached the point of no return. It
did produce a satisfying whistle. Surprisingly enough, the sailor made no
effort to move until the crop bit into the tender flesh between his harnessed
balls and his asshole. The instant the crop made contact with a resounding
CRACK, his body leapt involuntarily and an animalistic wail escaped from his
gag-dammed mouth. Karen stepped back to watch the toy bounce and twist while
Tawny and henry continued to pull in opposite directions on it's smooth,
hairless legs. This was great fun! Karen felt guilty that Tawny hadn't wielded
the first blow. It was positively energizing! She would indulge herself for a
couple more efforts before letting her friend have a crack at it. It might be
fun to hold the rope for a minute or two. She enjoyed watching a helpless slave
struggle pointlessly.
After two more rewarding strikes, Karen reluctantly handed the crop over to
Tawny. Tawny had gotten so excited that her pussy was oozing sweet nectar, some
of which she scooped onto her fingers and smeared across the sailor's nose. She
wanted him to know that he was good for something.
Though not nearly as accomplished with the crop as her friend, Tawny was highly
skilled. She hadn't used that particular crop, so spent a minute or two getting
a feel for it. When she was finally ready, she brutally cropped the sailor's
inner thighs from top to bottom.
Karen thought it was cute the way Tawny made little cries each time she swung
the crop. She did that when she played tennis or golf, too. Karen never told
her about it because she didn't want it to stop, or for Tawny to feel self
conscious about it. The little Tawny cry, followed by the deep, gutteral grunt
and bleating of the sailor, followed by a brief struggle became a nice little
rhythym over the next few minutes. Karen wished she had made an audio recording
of it. That would certainly make the flight back to Kabul more interesting.
They had taken all of the spark out of their captive. He hung limply, his
purple cock and balls still engorged and encased in the tight leather harness.
Tawny had returned to the chaise lounge, pulling henry's head up between her
legs. Karen, now holding the crop, began to circle her prey once again. He was
trying to regain his footing to take the pressure off his wrists, but was too
weak to stay up on his toes for very long.
"Has the monkey learned it's lesson?", Karen hissed menacingly. The sailor
nodded.
"Push yourself up on your toes and keep your feet together so that I can finish
marking you as I originally intended.", she ordered. Her captive struggled to
do as he was told, managing to push himself up and expending the last bit of
energy he had left to stay up. Karen moved swiftly, marking her toy's right
outside buttock with three perfectly spaced welts, then laying heavily into his
lower abdomen for three nicely placed horizontal strikes. She was pleased by
the result, as well as the knowledge that he was ready for the next diabolical
game that had been dancing around in her imagination.
