CHAPTER 35 Closure
Tawny approached Karen, casually licking off her slick and glistening lower
right arm. She had been so involved in fisting lizbeth that she had lost track
of Karen. She was surprised to see that she had pulled up a lawn chair next to
their new toy. slut and lizbeth were both wandering around harmlessly, unable
to find each other let alone anything else. Tawny was sure that lizbeth would
prefer to have some time to recover after what she had put her through, but
Tawny had other plans.
"What's the ringside seat for?", Tawny asked.
"Oh, I've just had the most wicked thought!", Karen exclaimed, smiling. "Our
friend here thought he'd take matters into his own hands and tried to shake the
crop out of his ass. I helped him with it, but it cost a bit of contentment
where his little gonads are concerned."
Tawny nodded as she continued to lick off her arm and hand.
"Anyway, I thought Casanova here would find it quite troubling to be fucked by
his wife, so I have amy bringing the harness."
"Oh, that is wicked.", Tawny commented without enthusiasm. "I hope with a big
one?"
"Yes. Ten inch."
"Let me get a chair. This will be fun."
slut was doing everything that she could to avoid a forbidden orgasm. She felt
helpless to prevent it, however, with the way amy, or someone, was handling her.
At first she was not at all sure what was being done to her, but soon realized a
strap-on dildo had been tightly fastened to her. It pressed firmly against her
sopping cunt, squeezing juices out which then ran down her thighs. She surmised
she would be fucking the male slave that she and lizbeth had been made to abuse,
so was not surprised when she was led a short distance to an unknown point and
guided down onto her knees. Unable to see or hear anything through the full
head hood, she simply reacted to the hands which guided her forward, then a bit
to the side. She felt tugging, pulling her hips forward, and knew the dildo was
being inserted for her. Seconds later, her hips were grasped on either side
from behind and she was shown that it was time to begin fucking.
It took only a few seconds for her to get properly balanced on her knees and to
find the proper stroke length. She had been fucked by Miss Karen with the long,
shiny black dildo that she was fairly sure was the one mounted on her now.
Thinking of that did nothing to push back the mounting pressure on her cunt.
There was absolutely no way she was going to avoid it. She began to wonder if
it would be better to attempt to control and conceal it or just let it happen.
Of course the Mistresses would understand that she had no ability to prevent it.
Maybe she could...
Before slut could finish her thought, a shattering spike of pure shivering
pleasure shot up through her body. As much as she tried to maintain her fucking
rhythm, the spasms she experienced caused her muscles to tighten to the point of
immobility for several long seconds. She simply knelt there, in mid-stroke,
quivering uncontrollably. It was delicious. While it was happening she didn't
care if they chopped her feet off for it, but as it began to subside, fear
overcame her. Quickly, she began pumping again, hopeful that heads had been
turned in another direction or that mercy would be extended in consideration of
the circumstances.
"Look at how his eyes are bulging.", Karen observed calmly.
"Yes. It's as though he has never been fucked before.", Tawny replied. She
looked over her shoulder to see that lizbeth was simply standing off in a corner
of the yard. She was obviously crying inside that hood. Too bad for her,
Tawny thought. "amy, retrieve lizbeth and get her cunt mounted on henry."
While the diminutive, favorite slave hurried off to do as she was told, Tawny
noticed slut's infraction. She glanced over at Karen, who was already looking
back at her.
Tawny felt a real affection for slut, borne mostly out of the fact that she
found Karen's new slave incredibly erotic. "How could she help it?", Tawny
asked.
"She couldn't. Do you think we should let her believe she got away with it?"
"Yes. She's a good slave. Here, let me." Tawny got up and stepped over to
slut. She took hold of slut's left nipple and dug her fingernails deeply into
it as she twisted and tugged roughly on the long, fat nub. She then turned and
sat down. "Message delivered.", Tawny announced.
"Bitch.", Karen said flatly.
"Cunt.", Tawny replied.
lizbeth felt as though she could not take any more. She jumped back when she
felt amy grasp her upper arm, which only resuledt in amy taking a firm hold on
her left tit. She was led, reluctantly, some distance and was made to step over
something. amy guided her back a very short distance until...she felt...henry's
cock grazing the inside of her thighs. She stiffened her legs, as if she were a
stubborn horse refusing to cross a stream. Suddenly her nose was being pinched
through the hood. With the penis gag filling her mouth, she was unable to
breath. Now it was a matter of breathing or of being impaled on that huge cock,
and she knew she was defeated.
"Now that one is worthless. Completely worthless.", Karen said, nodding toward
lizbeth and her foolish efforts to disobey.
"She is a disappointment. Thank you for making that so obvious. "
"What do you plan to do about it?"
"Oh, I'll probably send her down to the arena for a few months."
Karen hadn't heard anything about the arena before. "What?"
"I must not have told you. I have a small oval dirt track down in the basement
of my house. It's pretty cool. Has stadium style seats and lots of stonework.
I use it for training and conditioning mostly, but it's got a lot of uses."
Karen remembered that Tawny always used the term "house" rather than "mansion",
"castle", or "estate". She was so unpretentious, and cute. "Sounds great.",
Karen answered. "I can't wait."
"I'll miss you.", Tawny said softly.
Karen smiled. The sailor was getting very unhappy with the incessant fucking
his wife was giving him. He was keening at a very high pitch, which was music
to Karen's ears.
It was satsfying to see the haughty British whore finally get henry stuffed up
inside that cunt. Now she would know her Mistresses' fist was a mere appetizer.
Karen was somewhat let down by effects of the drug cocktail she had slipped both
lizbeth and slut. Of course, slut was fine because she had a preexisting
fondness for cocks and everything about them. It was valuable to know the drugs
did not completely overcome discomfort and pain. All in all, it had been a
successful experiment. This was evidenced, in part, by the degree of enthusiasm
slut was showing in unknowingly fucking her own ex husband. She was using long,
forceful strokes and varying her pace. It was almost as though she were fucking
him the way she would have wanted to be fucked. He, of course, was not taking
it with the same degree his wife would have, however.
For the remainder of the afternoon and into early evening, Tawny and Karen
enjoyed their final opportunity of the year to share the pleasure of owning
slaves. They eventually grew bored of watching the former sailor be fucked, so
had slut fuck lizbeth in the ass for twenty minutes or so. Karen had amy remove
the penis gags from lizbeth and henry, providing access to their mouths. Henry
was deserving of a long overdue orgasm, so he was permitted to pump his
volumnous load into lizbeth's mouth. This they had lizbeth pass on to slut's
mouth, who then had to pass it back to lizbeth, and so on. It provided quite a
contrast in that slut was desperate to have the cum and dearly wanted to swallow
it while lizbeth was loath to take it and could not rid herself of it quickly
enough.
Tawny and Karen agreed that slut should be permitted another orgasm, so they
allowed her and lizbeth to "bump into" each other. That provided a few minutes
of high entertainment as the two "girls" struggled awkwardly to get and keep
enough leverage as they ground their wet cunts into each other. This renewed
lizbeth's enthusiasm despite the abuse she had suffered, and she too was able to
steal a quick orgasm there between slut's legs on the lawn.
When Karen and Tawny finally grew bored, they ordered henry to clean up the well
used sailor and to seal him up in the very same shipping crate that had been
used to deliver henry.
amy and henry prepared a nice meal, which Karen and Tawny enjoyed in the
sunroom. As they ate, they watched slut take pig on a nice early evening stroll
around the back yard, then had henry and amy take a swim. lizbeth had been
mounted on the hut in the garage. Neither of them had any use for her, so Karen
recommended that they begin to get the worthless slave accustomed to a more
difficult life, and Tawny agreed.
Such a punishment is made all the more effective when the slave is aware that
she is completely alone in it. So, they had her hood removed just after
mounting her so that she could see that all of the others were able to move
around freely in the garage. Her cunt rested quite uncomforably on the peak of
the hut roof, which dug incessantly into her tender flesh, making her feel as
though she might be split open. Her ankles, of course, were strapped to the
sides of the hut, and her wrists cuffed to a chain overhead.
She was able to keep some of her weight off the hut by pulling herself up on the
chain, which did help to burn calories and firm her arms up a bit. She was
quite lathered in only a short period of time.
Karen had suggested that they each take a whack at her with a nice bamboo stick
she had pulled out of one of the crates, but Tawny preferred they wait to see if
she lost her discipline. So, lizbeth suffered quietly while the rest of the
household went about it's business.
henry was ordered to load the crate containing the sailor into the minivan.
Karen then injected him with a particularly effective amphetimine and sent him
off with directions for
the warehouse in Miami. Though the round trip would be grueling, she needed
henry back by tomorrow morning so the final departure could be clean. The
sailor would probably end up dragging logs in Madagascar, Karen thought.
Karen then had amy put on a pair of rubber gloves before driving the sailor's
car to a public parking lot at the beach. She followed in her car. She emptied
the poor bastard's wallet of his cash and credit cards and tossed the empty
wallet on the asphalt next to the car. She left the car there with the doors
unlocked. It was a shame that the good sailor had apparently experienced some
misfortune. It would be such a tragedy if his car got stolen, as well.
slut was so very relieved in many ways. By the time the hood had finally been
removed from her head she had been thinking her brain might melt and run out of
her earsl. It felt like the greatest gift she had ever been given to feel cool,
fresh air pass over her face again. she was very, very grateful for the orgasm
she had been permitted, and for the fact that she had not been too severely
punished for the one that hadn't been allowed.
slut was glad that she was no longer the only new slave. Whoever the male slave
had been in the yard during the day, he had been harshly abused. slut
understood that he had been packed into a crate for the evening. She was
curious to know what he looked like, and how long his cock was.
She had greatly enjoyed walking pig around the back yard for so long. It was a
beautiful evening and an easy and pleasurable way to serve her Mistresses.
After Miss Karen and amy departed, and apparently henry, too, she was told by
Miss Tawny to put pig away in it's hut and come to the sunroom. slut felt badly
for her friend, who was obviously suffering on top of the hut. But, she had
clearly done something to deserve such punishment. slut's first concern was to
avoid making that kind of mistake, so she didn't dawdle. Besides, Miss Tawny
liked to use her and she was anxious to provide pleasure in any way that she
could.
The day seemed to have been a whirlwind. slut had been aware that they were
leaving in the morning. she had been especially apprehensive because of the
discussions about how her body would be modified. It was true, though, that she
was a slut and really only wanted to be more of one. If whatever they had
planned would result in her ability to serve her Mistresses better and
resultingly enjoy more cocks, cunts, and pussies, so be it.
Epilogue
Slut awoke from a drug induced haze, soon realizing she was locked in her dog
cage. She felt a rubber penis gag pressing down on her tongue. There was a
blanket over the cage. The rhythmic thumping of tires passing over highway
expansion joints told her she was being transported again. This time, she
assumed, she was being taken to Miss Tawny's home in the mountains. That had
been the plan for her.
She heard a slight tinkling, and could not determine what it was. Her wrists
were secured to her ankles, so she couldn't search the sound out with her hands.
Her clit, now fully exposed at all times, felt odd, like something was...hanging
from it. She shook her hips back and forth. Sure enough the tinkling
increased. It sounded like a tiny bell. She had been pierced! Slut could not
understand why she wasn't in pain. In fact, it was quite a torment, now that
she centered her attention on it. A delicious torment. She must have been kept
sedated at least long enough for the piercing to take place, then heal.
Some weeks earlier, henry had delivered her to a rogue surgeon for the purpose
of having her body modified to Miss Karen's specifications. She had been bound,
blindfolded, and gagged at the time, and so had no ability to identify the
location. The surgeon had kept her in a cell throughout, and only removed her
once to perform the breast augmentation and the clitoral circumcision, and a
second time to inject something into her lips and nipples. Each time she was
put on a gurney that he had rolled into the cell, secured to it, then sedated.
Each time she awakened back in the cell, secured to the narrow bunk, and was
carefully monitored so that she healed properly.
She had known about the nipple rings; the doctor had permanently emplaced one
heavy silver ring through each nipple about a half inch from the base. She knew
about those because there was no sedation, only the pain and suffering of havng
a large hole punched through each nipple with what she thought looked like a
leather punch. She had passed out when her right nipple was punched, only to be
revived to suffer the punching of her left nipple. The doctor was clearly
sadistic, as he seemed to get a great deal of pleasure out of that particular
procedure.
Slut thought it strange that he had not used her much. She wanted to be fucked
and to suck him. His was the only cock available, small as it was. He had
toyed with her a bit, including some photography, but not nearly enough to
satisfy her.
The evening before her departure Miss Karen had explained to her that she had
been given to Miss Tawny. Miss Karen said she might see slut again at some
unspecified time in the future, but that in the meantime she was to obey Miss
Tawny's every instruction.
Even though slut had grown quite fond of Miss Tawny, she was more than a little
distressed that the woman who had seized her life and who remained the
controlling force behind all that she did had given her away. Miss Karen had
asked if she understood, and she nodded that she did. Then, Miss Karen told her
she could ask just two questions. slut didn't need to think too hard to come up
with them.
"This slut respectfully requests to know when this slut will be allowed to
return to normal life."
"Never.", was the answer. slut wasn't sure if it was the answer she really
wanted to hear, deep down inside. But, now she knew.
"This slut respectfully requests to be allowed to worship her owner's beautiful
pussy."
slut remembered trembling as she asked the question, so fearful was she that
Miss Karen would reject her plea.
Now, a smile crossed her lips, there in that cage, as she remembered finally
being permitted the chance to service her owner. It hadn't been all that she
had hoped for, but it was more than she had ever been given. Miss Karen simply
lowered her shorts and pulled slut's face in tight against her pussy. slut
worked it seductively, just as she had been taught, but after only a few minutes
she was pushed away. Miss Karen simply was not needful of slut's services, but
the fact that she allowed slut to taste her pussy meant that she cared! That
realization was worth everything to slut.
Miss Karen had her write a final farewell letter to her mother. She explained
in it that she had chosen a path that would take her to places unknown, but that
she was sure her old life was a thing of the past. She had to include details
about Megan, now pig, to infer that they were together. It might have been a
difficult thing for her to do but for the fact that Miss Karen had put pig
between her legs to keep her mindful of her lust-filled life and all of the
experiences it had brought her. Truth be told, she could no longer even
remember her old life and what it had been like, let alone think of it with any
sort of longing.
It had taken slut some time to come to terms with her new appearance. She had
cried for days after first awakening and seeing the results of the breast
enlargement and her circumcision. Miss Karen had finally decided that even
forty-four double d's were too small, and had asked the doctor to make her
breasts forty-eight double d's. She could not conceive of how she could ever be
seen in public with such huge tits. They were firm and high, making it obvious
to anyone that they were full of silicone. Her oversize clit, with the
protective folds of delicate flesh that protected it removed, stood out on
permanent display like a little penis. The doctor had told her that any
clothing she wore over her cunt would surely cause a creat deal of stimulation,
and had added that most circumcisions were performed on "bitches" (as he put it)
who were likely to be kept naked on a permanent basis. Slut didn't know what to
make of that, so she tried not to think about it.
After her nipples and lips were done she again suffered a brief period of
depression. Her nipples had been filled with something that not only kept them
hard and fully extended, but that seemed to make them even longer than they had
been. She could not imagine herself ever functioning in any normal capacity in
society again. The lewdness of her huge tits with the freakishly long, fat
nipples was almost more than she could bear at first. Her lips had been made
much fuller, and though it took some getting used to, she did at least admit to
herself that her appearance had been improved. She was anxious to get her new
lips around henry's cock again, to try them out. In addition to everything else
that had been done to her, now, she was sure, a bell hung from her clit.
The vehicle droned on, and slut felt very tired, there in the cage. She didn't
know where she was being taken or what her life would be like. She closed her
eyes and sucked on the penis gag, imagining it to be henry. Her bell tinkled a
few more times before she slipped off into a deep sleep.
Enroute to Kabul, via Lisbon and Istanbul, Karen had taken an interest in one of
the stewardesses. She had surrepticiously surveyed the girl from every angle,
and had paid close attention to all of the nuances of her facial expressions and
postures. She appreciated her tonal inflections and the lilt in her voice.
Karen had told her that she was very impressed and wanted to commend her to the
carrier's management. She wrote down her name. Cassandra Meekins. The new
training team in McLean could check it out for her. She might be interested in
taking Cassandra in six months, when she planned to retire. Cassandra would
make a nice addition to the household, once properly trained.
Karen reflected on her summer in Florida and thought that it was just about as
good as it could have been. The safe house's location in a suburban
neighborhood had a suppressive effect on her activities, but it was the best she
could do under the circumstances. She was satisfied with slut and glad that
Tawny was, too. They had both agreed that slut would serve as their collective
household whore while being responsible for the housekeeping and laundry
otherwise.
By the time Karen returned, Tawny would have had some modifications done to pig.
They had no use for it's vocal cords and would have them rendered inoperable. A
pair of ribs would be removed to improve pig's shape - that was something they
both wanted. The good doctor would also sterilize pig so that it could receive
seed without any concern that it might end up with a piglet inside it. Tawny
would also have continued to use pig's body as an illustration board. Karen
looked forward to seeing the final result. She was sure it would make her wet.
On their last evening together, Karen and Tawny had made love almost
continuously. Karen still bore the wounds three days later. She laughed
quietly, remembering Tawny's last words to her before they parted company.
"Cunt!", she had said. "Bitch!", Karen had replied. She loved that little
thing. For the first time, Karen looked forward to bringing a close to her
career and to starting a new one with Tawny.
She had flown from Florida to CIA headquarters to get her orders and a few
briefings, took the train to New York, and had flown out from there. She had
been told that there was a lot of optimism that Osama would be captured or
killed within the next three to six weeks. She wanted to be there, at least
in-country, when it happened. It would be an outstanding cap to a stellar
career to have a chance to test herself against that fucking bastard. Maybe she
could kick him once or twice in the balls. Arabs like him just loved that.
Cassandra Meekins. She took out her day planner and wrote the name down. Six
months would come soon enough, and one could never be guilty of over planning.
The End
Note from the author:
Thanks to all who enjoyed Taking Carol, especially those who let me know.
I am gratified and surprised to see the story make it to the #3 spot on the
overall list, especially in light of the fact that it surpassed some genre
classics and some outstanding authors of BDSM fiction. This is thanks to the
readers.
Taking Carol was my first story.
