Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story

Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story Part 2 Michelle’s Story Chapter 51

 

By Redlegtiger

Redlegtiger@hotmail.com

 

Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity.  If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave.

 

Thanks to Guilty, Aminda and Lisa who all helped to either inspire or write this scene of the bitchpups at Clearview.  Guilty helped greatly in the development in the plotline for Brittany’s Saga.  Stay tuned to see how each saga plays out over the next few chapters

 

 

Chapter 51, Consequences

 

Early the next morning, Sarah woke up early.  She noticed that Aminda and Michelle were cuddled up to her on either side.  She also discovered that she could feel her fingers.  She concentrated hard and started moving her fingers individually and then she tried to move her wrists.  They moved a little bit but no where near even a fourth of the range of motion she should have.  But she smiled that even that much was coming back.  She kept moving her hands to try and get them to move even more and felt her right hand touch something on the right side.  She realized that it was Aminda’s pants that she was feeling and started trying to see if she could figure out just where she was touching her. 

 

Sarah closed her eyes and concentrated hard on her right hand.  She started rubbing the back of her hand against the point she could feel the jeans and discovered that she was touching her just below the front zipper on her pants.  Sarah got an evil glint in her eyes and began pushing the back of her hands harder against Aminda’s crotch.  As she did she started wiggling the backs of her fingers against her crotch to create a little extra stimulus.  She kept up the drum beat on Aminda’s crotch and soon she heard a groan in her ear.

 

Aminda was asleep when she began to dream about Michelle playing with her pussy.  She felt her excitement grow and grow.  As she woke up she kept her eyes closed and whispered, “That feels wonderful Michelle.”

 

When Sarah heard her say that she giggled.  That was when Aminda’s eyes snapped open with surprise.  She saw that Michelle was still asleep on the other side of Sarah and when she looked down she saw that Michelle’s hands were not even across Sarah’s body down around her hips.  That’s when Sarah giggled again and wiggled her fingers in a drum beat again against Aminda’s crotch.

 

It took a few seconds for Aminda to realize what was happening and then she looked at Sarah with surprise and asked, “Was that you?” knowing the answer already. 

 

When Sarah shook her head yes, Aminda squealed loud enough to wake the dead.  Michelle woke up abruptly wondering what had happened.  Aminda had tears in her eyes as she finally refocused on Sarah’s face and said, “You can move your fingers?”

 

Sarah shook her head yes as she said, “And my wrists a little too.”

 

The other nurse came running in at that point and said, “Did you just say you can move your wrists?”

 

Sarah shook her head with a big beaming smile and said, “Yeah.  I can move my fingers almost normally now.  I can move my wrists just a little so far.”

 

The nurse shooed Aminda and Michelle off of the bed and pulled the covers down.  She said, “Show me.”

 

Sarah smiled as she moved her fingers on both hands and then her wrists.  The nurse said, “That is wonderful progress.  Let me go tell the doctor.  He’ll want to know immediately.”  She turned and left the room.

 

About fifteen minutes later the neurosurgeon that had operated on Sarah came in.  He chased everyone out of the room so he could examine Sarah closely.  Tina had come and stayed in the room to assist the doctor while Aminda and Michelle went to the waiting room.  As they arrived at the waiting room, Tom and Nancy walked out of the elevator.  As soon as the two girls saw them they ran to them squealing happily saying, “She moved her hand, she moved her hand.”

 

They were speaking rapidly and on top of each other.  Tom could tell that they were happy so he interrupted them saying, “Calm down… Calm down.   Now Aminda, what has got you two so excited this morning?”

 

Aminda proceeded to tell them every little detail about how Sarah had woke up before them and started tickling her with her fingers.  She told them how she was able to move not only her fingers but her hands.  Aminda said, “I just know she’s going to be okay again.  I just know it.  Michelle and I are going to make sure she gets all of the help she needs to get back to normal.”

 

Nancy could sense the love for Sarah in the way she said the last bit.  And it was more than the love of a friend or sister.  It was a total devotion, a statement of fact in such a way as to let anyone know that there had been an intense bonding that would not be easily broken.  As much as Nancy had been upset at what happened to Sarah, she recognized that the devotion that Aminda and Michelle showed for her had increased exponentially.  That Sarah had been blessed with two friends who would in fact do anything to make her happy.  She knew that Sarah would now go through the rest of her life knowing that she was loved unconditionally by someone other than her mom and dad.  She finally pulled Aminda away from her tight bear hug on her and looked her in the eyes and then Michelle and back.  She said, “I know you two will always be there for Sarah.  She is so blessed to have you two to love her.  I have no doubts that you will do everything you can to ensure she recovers and Tom and I love you the more for it.  Now why don’t you take this bag and go change clothes?”

 

Aminda took the bag and grabbing Michelle by the hand went down the hall to the bathroom to change.  They soon came out dressed in cut off jeans shorts and Aminda had a nice red tube top while Michelle had a white halter top.  Both girls looked like something out of a wet dream. 

 

When they got back to the waiting room the doctor had just started talking to Tom and Nancy.  They stopped to listen as he explained, “Sarah is starting to show improvement.  She has some use of her hands and fingers but still little use of her arms.  She does have some feeling in her lower limbs but it’s no where near full feeling yet.  I would say this is a very good indication that her chances of a full recovery are above 50/50.  I can’t say more than that because we just don’t how much damage was done to her spinal chord.  Her recovery could be quick and have her back to normal in a few weeks or months, or it could take years.  We just can’t ever tell in these kinds of things.  But to recover the use of her hands this quick was much more than I expected at this time so I’m very happy so far.  Do you have any questions?”

 

Tom told him no and then thanked him for the up date.  As soon as the doctor left, the four of them went to Sarah’s room and walked in to see a beaming Sarah as Tina was doing her therapy.  Aminda and Michelle worriedly ran up and asked, “Can we please do that for her?  In all of the excitement we didn’t get a chance to do it.”

 

Tina backed up and answered, “Under the circumstances you did everything just perfectly.  So have at it.  The job is yours, I just thought being as the doctor started it to test her that I would go ahead and continue the therapy.  I’ll see you guys when breakfast gets here.  It should be coming soon.”

 

Aminda and Michelle took different sides and while Aminda exercised Sarah’s right leg, Michelle exercised her left arm.  When they had done the exercises for the appropriate amount of time, they switched so that Michelle was doing Sarah’s left leg and Aminda her right arm.  While they were doing the exercises, Tom and Nancy talked with Sarah about her gaining some feeling and movement so quickly.  When they tried to tell her that they still didn’t know how long or if she would recover she stopped them short saying, “I don’t want to hear anything but good news about my recovery.  Until there is absolutely no doubt that I will not recover, I only want to here positive things.  I plan on getting back to normal as soon as I can so that I can do all kinds of things with my two best friends.”

 

Aminda and Michelle beamed when Sarah called them her best friends.  They truly loved her more than life itself.  They both knew that Michelle would be dead if she hadn’t warned her at the waterfall.  They also knew that if that had happened the Aminda would have never been able to get by without her soul mate. 

 

After the therapy was done, they all sat in the room and talked about everything under the sun.  When lunch time was getting close Sarah said, “Mom and Dad, I know that you need to get back to work.  Why don’t you go to work this afternoon?  I have Aminda and Michelle to stay with me and keep me company.  Besides, they have to finish telling their story for the FBI and they’re telling me at the same time so I will understand them better.  When you come back I would love if you could sneak in some of that Chinese food I like so much and some ice cream for dinner.”

 

Tom and Nancy agreed and when they left for lunch, they left Aminda and Michelle to eat with Sarah.  After lunch was over, Aminda and Michelle did the required therapy for Sarah and then they settled down to pick up with the story where they left off.  Aminda played the tape so she would remember where she left off and when she heard where they had stopped as the girls were lining up for their after class spanking she stopped the tape, pushed the record button and began recording.

 

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Miss Traci wondered what caused the commotion from the class because she didn’t see anything untoward when she walked from her side of the desk to the end with Lisa on it to spank her first.  She started down about half way between her knees and her ass cheeks and worked her way up.  After 20 swats she sent her crying back to her desk and moved to me in the middle.  She spanked me the same way and then sent me back to my desk.  Third and last she moved to Michelle’s side and began to paddle her.  The paddle hit Michelle on the middle of her thigh with a wet ‘splat’ sound.  Miss Traci was surprised at the sound and looked at her paddle and saw that it was covered with blood. 

 

Miss Traci dropped the paddle and grabbed Michelle’s hair. She lifted her up with a hard yank and forced her onto her back on the desk.  She then spread Michelle’s legs out wide. That’s when I saw what Michelle had been doing during class.  There in large, rough, three inch high letters cut deep in her left thigh was ‘AMINDA’.  Blood was streaming down her thigh and dripping onto the floor because it was bleeding so badly. 

 

Miss Traci turned white in a combination of anger and fear as she yelled for Lisa and I to come back up to the desk.  She made us hold her legs out wide in the splits position.  She cleaned off her paddle and put it back in her desk and took down a long wooden pointer that was hanging at the end of the chalk board.  She walked back to Michelle who was staring at me at that point.  She mouthed without making a sound, “I belong to you”.  She said it with so much force that somehow I knew that it meant more than just her giving herself to me.  I couldn’t fathom how significant that statement was at the time.  My eyes focused on the rough cuts on Michelle’s thigh as tears streamed down my cheeks at the realization that her love for me had to be absolute to be able to cut herself so deeply with my name.  Miss Traci came around with the pointer and began hitting Michelle on the inner thighs, taking special care to ensure she hit the cuts spelling out my name. 

 

When I looked into Michelle’s eyes, I saw tears streaming down her cheeks.  I also saw the love that was there.  It dawned on me at that point that Michelle did this to prove how much she loved me.  I was beginning to really regret having snapped at them that night. 

 

All of a sudden, Miss Traci ordered Lisa and me to get our books and supplies and follow her.  Lisa and I scrambled to our desks as fast as we could.  I grabbed both Michelle’s and my books very quickly, not making sure I had things stacked securely.  When I rushed back up toward Miss Traci, the books in the middle slipped out and started a chain reaction.  I couldn’t react fast enough to stop them and they all went flying toward Miss Traci.  The thing that caught her attention the most was the letter from Lisa that seemed to float through the air and land at her feet.  She bent down and picked up the letter and began to read it.  The more she read the angrier she got.  She gave us a look of anger that scared the living daylights out of me.  I quickly picked up the books with Lisa’s help.  When we had them all securely in our hands she grabbed Michelle by the collar and headed out the door of the class room dragging Michelle with her.  We scurried as fast as we could behind her trying to keep up.  Michelle was a basket case by then and was crying in pain and in expectation of what was to come.  She knew that the punishment would be bad.  Lisa and I also knew that the punishment would be severe but really we had no clue what was going on nor what was to come.  When we left the Science building, we cut across the open parade field and went to the main entrance of the Administration hall. 

 

We were led to the head mistress office and made to wait in the hallway as Miss Traci knocked on the door and then went in when summoned.  As she entered she ordered Lisa and me to make sure that no blood dripped down to the floor.  The two of us knelt in front and behind Michelle and began to lick up the blood that was still streaming down the deep cuts she had made.  After we had been there for a couple of minutes, there was a big explosion from Mistress Lynn yelling “SHE DID WHAT?”  All three of us shivered in fear as we knew that what was to come was going to be bad.

 

Mistress Lynn came out of her office in a hurry and she was madder than a hornet.  When the door opened we saw that Miss Traci was kneeling in the slave’s position in front of her desk.  Mistress Lynn came over to Michelle, pushing us out of the way very roughly.  She forced Michelle onto her back and ordered her to spread her legs.  When she saw what Michelle had done, she looked even angrier than when she came out.  She didn’t say a word to us.  She turned around and went back into her office, slamming the door behind her.  I don’t know if Miss Traci showed Lisa’s letter to Mistress Lynn but I’m pretty sure she did. 

 

Mistress Lynn was so angry that she was yelling at Miss Traci.  She said, “You stupid cunt.  All you have to do is teach a little chemistry and make sure your students don’t do anything terribly bad.  I knew it was a mistake to let you be a teacher here.  We have always only allowed masters and mistresses to teach here.  We made a special exception for you at the request of your master.”

 

All three of us in the hallway were surprised at that revelation.  Miss Traci was a slave like we were.  We had wondered why we called her Miss instead of Mistress but never thought much about it.  Now we knew.  We looked at each other in amazement but managed not to say anything.  We were too afraid that they would add to our punishment if we did.

 

Mistress Lynn continued yelling, “Now you go and allow those idiot bitchpups to not only ignore what you’re teaching in class, you allowed one of them to mutilate her self right during the class.  I have half a mind to send you out to be hunted you stupid cunt.  What am I going to tell Michelle’s master and mistress now you stupid bitch.  I’ll give you 10 seconds to get out of those clothes and over my desk.  You’re going to find out what happens to slaves who allow things like this to happen.”

 

By now we could hear crying through the door.  We could only assume that Miss Traci was stripping.  Mistress Lynn kept right on with her verbal assault saying, “You do realize that I now have to make 5 phone calls to masters and mistresses and tell them that you screwed up.”

 

There was a loud crack and subsequent scream of pain from Miss Traci.  Mistress Lynn continued, “They are going to have to take off from what ever they are doing to come to meet with me.”

 

There was another loud crack and scream followed by loud sobbing this time.  Mistress Lynn continued, “We will have to determine what type of punishment is suitable for them and you.”

 

Another crack sounded and then more crying and sobbing.  Then Mistress Lynn dropped the bomb that got us crying as well.  She yelled, “You may have just relegated all three of those girls and yourself to the hunt you stupid, useless bitch.”

 

That was the end of the yelling.  For the next fifteen to twenty minutes we heard the loud cracks of the cane.  The screams of pain from Miss Traci got louder and louder and her crying was more and more pronounced.  Finally the sounds of the paddling stopped and we could hear Miss Traci sobbing and begging saying, “Forgive this useless slut mistress.  Please don’t send us to the hunt.  Please Mistress, don’t kill us.  I beg you please have mercy.”

 

After a couple of minutes of listening to her beg like that we heard, “Shut the fuck up you worthless pig.  You screwed up in a big way and are going to have to accept whatever punishment is decided for you.  You have no say in the matter. As a matter of fact, I don’t have a say in the matter.  The punishment will be decided by all of the masters and mistresses involved.  Now go out there and join the other slaves and wait until I call you in so I can get these phone calls made with out your pitiful crying and begging.”

 

Miss Traci came out of the office and took up a kneeling slave position next to Lisa.  She was covered from her neck line down to her knees with caning welts.  She was still crying terribly.  She didn’t look at us or say anything to us.  She kept her face to the floor and acted like we weren’t even there.  We figured that if that is what was done to a teacher then it was going to be bad for us.  We all decided that we better do the same thing so we quickly assumed the same position.  That is, Lisa and I assumed the position while Michelle stood between us with blood still streaming down her legs from the cuts.  The blood loss had slowed down some, but it was still bleeding a little.  I knelt there between her legs and licked up the blood so it wouldn’t drip on the beautiful wood floor.

 

It was about 45 minutes later that Mistress Lynn opened the door and said sternly, “Get in here pussy”.

 

Miss Traci got up and went into the office.  When she started to close the door, Mistress Lynn said, “No, leave the door open.  The bitchpups need to hear this.”  There was a brief pause which we assume was Miss Traci getting into a kneeling position and then Mistress Lynn said, “While we are waiting for the masters and mistresses to get here, you have a decision to make pussy.  Because you failed so miserably to properly supervise your class and allowed the bitchpups to have free reign to misbehave, I think I made a mistake in allowing a slave like you to teach.  When I told the bitchpups’ masters and mistresses what happened, they wanted you dismissed and sent to be hunted at first.  Your master Mike argued and fought for you and convinced the other masters and mistresses that you should be given a chance to redeem yourself.  He won them over when he reminded them that you have taught here without problem for over 15 years and that the guilty culprits were the bitchpups.  So they all agreed to go along with his proposal.  You my dear pussycat have two choices.  The first choice is that you will quit teaching forever and go back to being a slave to your master, serving him and making him happy for the rest of your life after a lengthy but hard punishment session in front of the whole school.  The second choice is much harder.  You will be able to continue to teach here if you make it through everything.  Your choice is to endure whatever punishment is decided by the masters for the bitchpups.  The difference between them and you is that you will have the option to stop it at any time.  If you do stop, you will receive the full punishment that you would have received before if you had decided on the first option.  You must understand that the punishment that the bitchpups is going to receive is going to be severe.  They may not survive.  They may even decide to have them hunted.  We don’t know yet.  But if you take option 2, you will still be able to teach here.  However, if you ever have another incident like this, understand that it will mean a long hard torture session and the hunt for you.  You must decide now how important teaching is for you.”

 

Miss Traci didn’t wait long before she burst out crying and blubbering, “You ‘Sob…sob’ know that teaching ‘Sob…sob’ is all that I am. ‘Sob…sob’ I can’t give it up forever. ‘Sob…sob’ I love to teach ‘Sob…sob’ more than life itself. ‘Sob…sob’ You might as well send me ‘Sob…sob’ on the hunt ‘Sob…sob’ if I can’t teach ‘Sob…sob’ because as far as I’m concerned ‘Sob…sob’ that is a fate worse than death. ‘Sob…sob’ Master Mike knows that about me. ‘Sob…sob’ That’s why he fought for me ‘Sob…sob’ to teach here so many years ago. ‘Sob…sob’ And that’s why he fought for me ‘Sob…sob’ to have the option to continue teaching. ‘Sob…sob’ So how can I not take the second option? “Sob…sob’ It is the only choice I have ‘Sob…sob’ that will allow me to continue ‘Sob…sob’ to do what I love, ‘Sob…sob’ and that is to teach. ‘Sob…sob’ Tell Master Mike I choose option two mistress. ‘Sob…sob’.”

 

While she knelt there waiting, Mistress Lynn called Master Mike and told him that she chose option two.  We were stunned.  To have what happened to be so bad that they punished us terribly was bad enough.  But to punish a teacher as well, it had to be really bad.  We didn’t think that anything could be worse than what had happened before.  We obviously didn’t know anything.  The next thing we heard was Mistress Lynn saying, “Stand up Pussy.  It will be about an hour before the masters and mistresses get here.  You have that time to punish the bitchpups in retribution for the punishment they have brought upon you.  Now get the cane and get ready.  Suckpup, get your ass in here.”

 

Lisa got up and went in the office.  She hadn’t been in there for long before we started hearing the crack of the cane and screaming from Lisa.  She was made to count every stroke and when she got to 100 Miss Traci finally quit.  Lisa was sobbing terribly when she came out to the hall.  When we looked at her she looked just like Miss Traci did when she came out but not quite as bad.  As she was crawling out of the office, Mistress Lynn yelled, “Headpup, get in here now.”

 

I crawled in and was immediately made to lean over Mistress Lynn’s desk.  Miss Traci began caning my back.  I counted each stroke and thanked Miss Traci and asked for another.  After about 20 strokes she pulled me up by my hair hard causing me to cry out in pain and then pushed me onto my back on Mistress Lynn’s desk.  Then she caned my tits down to my cunt hair.  After about 20 strikes of the cane she made me get on the floor and basically pull my legs back to expose my cunt and asshole and go up on my shoulders.  As she got me into position a grisly old guy that was one of the maintenance men came into the room.  He plugged something into the wall as Miss Traci began to cane my pussy and my ass hole.  She split the rest of the strikes evenly between my cunt and the crack of my ass.  Now I understood why it didn’t look like Lisa had been punished too much.  I was in terrible pain by the time Miss Traci was done caning me. 

 

As I crawled out of the room, I was crying just as bad as Lisa had been.  I noticed that she had took up the position I had left and was licking up the little bit of blood still trickling down Michelle’s thigh.  I heard Mistress Lynn yell “Bitchpup, get your stupid cunt in here right now you worthless little bitch.  You’re more worthless than even your stupid cunt of a mother was.”

 

Michelle crawled by me and told me, “I love you.  I’m sorry you and Lisa have to go through this but it is the only way……”

 

Mistress Lynn yelled angrily, “Bitchpup, I said get your ass in here now!!!”

 

I wondered what Michelle was trying to tell me.  I instinctively knew it had something to do with my outburst for them to prove their love for me.  I was brought out of my stupor of thought by a hideous scream coming from the headmistress’ office.  I also heard a sizzling sound kind of like you hear when hamburger is cooking on a grill.  That’s when I remembered the maintenance guy plugging in a thing that looked kind of like a screw driver with a cord coming from it.  I found out later that it was a soldering iron.  As the screams continued she didn’t beg or anything.  She did on one breath between squeaks yell, “This is for you Aminda” and then screamed again.  I wish I could have seen what was happening but we weren’t in position to see anything.

 

It took several minutes for the screaming to stop.  There was a short pause and then the crack of the cane.  In between I heard Michelle start chanting, “Love you Minda… Love you Minda… Love you Minda”.  It was just after a couple of hits that Lisa’s step dad showed up.  He didn’t even look at us, just went into the office.  Her mom was with him but she was made to take up a kneeling position opposite to us.  She wouldn’t even look at us but I could tell she was crying.  She must have been told something horrible was going to happen to Lisa.  After about 30 hits, mom and dad came in looking angrier than I had ever seen them.  Master Darrell and Mistress Tyree came in about half way through and again I got an angry look from them.  Toward the end of the caning, a master came in that I assumed was Master Mike.  Michelle only had about ten strokes left at that point and Michelle was a screaming blubbering mess.  She kept chanting, “Love Minda… Love Minda… Love Minda” whenever she could stand to say something. 

 

They were finally done with Michelle and she was made to crawl out of the room.  The door closed behind her and we heard the crack of the cane again.  This time it was Miss Traci’s turn again.  She was caned 100 times just like we were.  While they were in there caning her, Michelle showed me her thigh.  They had cauterized all of the cuts.  What had been deep, slightly rough cuts were now very deep burns.  It was obvious that she would always carry the scars with her from that time on.  She had permanently marked herself with my name.  She was crying from the pain but she also had a smile of contentment like she was wearing a badge of honor.  I was just beginning to understand the love she had for me to go through the pain that cauterizing those wounds had to have caused.  The caning was one thing but we had gone through that many times before.  But to actually cut your self like she did, and then go through a cauterizing like that, it told me that she really did love me.  What I didn’t know at that time was just what the result of all of this would be if we survived.  She did, but wasn’t exactly in a position to tell me at the time.

 

When they finished with Miss Traci, she came crawling out of the door.  She crawled next to us and took up the kneeling position.  Her body was now almost solidly covered with red and purple welts from the two canings.  We waited and waited for the masters and mistresses to decide our fate.  There was a lot of arguing back and forth but I couldn’t make it out and neither could any of the rest of us.  When we looked at Miss Traci she was always in the perfect slave’s position.  She was crying almost the whole time, even when it was well past the time she should have finished feeling the worst of the pain.  It made me wonder what kind of hell we were in for.  It had to be bad for both Lisa’s mom and Miss Traci to be crying like they were.

 

After a little over an hour of arguing and yelling, Mistress Lynn opened the door and said, “Pussy, you go to the kennel and get it ready for the four of you.  Take suckpup’s bitch of a mother with you to help.  Maybe it will help her understand what the consequences are for doing something against her master like her stupid cunt of a daughter just did.  You bitchpups get in my office now.”

 

Miss Traci got up and left, stopping only long enough to take Linda by the hand and pull her up.  As they left, we crawled into the headmistress’ office.  We crawled until we were centered on Mistress Lynn’s desk and then assumed a kneeling position facing her.  All of the Masters and mistresses were sitting on the couch or in chairs around the edge of the room. 

 

When we were in position Mistress Lynn said, “You bitchpups have caused us a lot of trouble today.  We don’t tolerate slaves taking it upon themselves to permanently injure themselves or others.”  She looked at Michelle when she said that.  She continued as she shifted her gaze to Lisa and said, “We also don’t tolerate slaves declaring their undying devotion to another and especially giving themselves to another slave.”  She shifted her gaze to me and said, “And we most definitely don’t allow a slave to try and create her own harem within this school.  That is only the right of a master or Dom student.  Because you three have taken upon yourselves to ignore the rules that you were given, your punishment will be severe.  You should count yourselves lucky that you aren’t going to be hunted, though if anything like this happens again, you will be.  But your punishment is very severe and you might not survive it.  If you do, then you will be told the consequences of your crime.  I want you three to understand how close you came to being taken immediately to the hunt grounds and hunted to the death.  If you had been a slave that was destined to be auctioned then you would have.  It is only because your masters and mistresses all care about you and don’t mind sharing with each other that you didn’t receive that punishment.  We are now going to go out to the quad so that the rest of the students know what happens to stupid little cunts that take it into their heads to violate the rules.  When we get there I expect you to take up kneeling positions on the punishment platform.  You will crawl like the slaves you are.  Now let’s go.”

 

Mistress Lynn got up and walked out of the room.  We crawled behind her and the masters and mistresses followed us.  They still looked angry.  But they weren’t as angry as they were when they arrived.  I guess they burned most of their anger out arguing about our fate.

 

Mistress Lynn went right as she left her office which was in the right center of the Administration building front hallway.  She went to the hallway going down the teacher’s wing of the building and turned left at the hallway.  We went by the teacher’s and Dom’s mail room and turned left.  That led us out into the concrete area between the wings of the Teacher’s hall and the Master’s hall.  She turned right and led us toward the quad on the right side.  We could see the student body assembled on the quad when we turned.  She led us to the end of the Teacher’s wing and onto the platform for public punishments.  We went to the center of the platform and knelt in the center as we were told.

 

When we were in position, Mistress Lynn announced, “Here at Clearview we take pride in turning out well trained, well educated slaves, masters and mistresses.  In order to do that, we have established rules that we expect to be followed.  The bitchpups have violated several of the most important rules that we have established, the most important of which is that no slave will injure another slave or them selves.  They also violated the rule against a slave giving them selves to another slave and the rule against acting like a master without permission.  Because of these violations, you may never see the bitchpups again.  There punishment will last a week and is most severe.  I know that most of you slaves have seen the type of punishment that has been dished out to the bitchpups since their arrival at Clearview.  Understand that their punishment will make that look like a cake walk.  While their punishment will not be seen at this time, each morning until the punishment is over all slaves will attend a morning assembly for an hour before classes start.  Your wakeup bell will be adjusted accordingly.  You seventh graders better find someone that can take headpup’s place as class leader if you know what’s good for you.  That is all, you are all dismissed.”

 

There had obviously been some instructions given before the assembly.  The students lined up, forming a column on either side of the steps and winding down to the bottom of the ramp between the Dom and sub dorms.  As soon as the columns were formed and the students facing inward, Mistress Lynn came to the center of the platform and took the steps down.  We followed, crawling down the steps.  It hurt like hell on our knees.  It was just one more thing we had to suffer.  We had to crawl fast to keep up.  As we crawled between the columns we were being taunted and called all sorts of vile names.  The only group that didn’t call us names was the 7th grade class slaves.  They were crying for us or at least for loosing Aminda who had helped most of them at one time or another.  That at least made us feel a little better.

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Aminda stopped telling the tale because it was time for Sarah’s Therapy.  The two girls started helping Sarah do all of the exercises they had been taught.  They were just finishing up when Tom and Nancy came in carrying several bags of food.  They began setting things out when Tina came in with her evening replacement to update her on everything that had happened since she had left that morning after discovering Sarah’s progress.  Tom invited them to have dinner with them and they all gathered around and ate the wonderful food.  When they were done, Tom said as he pulled up a small six pack cooler from the floor, “Now as per your request, I brought a little ice cream treat for you.”

 

He pulled out a quart of Ben and Jerry’s strawberry ice cream.  He opened it and took out enough spoons for everyone, including the nurses.  Sarah of course got the first dibs and then Aminda and Michelle took their first taste.  They thought they were in heaven, it tasted so good.  They went on and on about how wonderful it was and everyone else laughed at their antics.  After dinner they all stayed for a while and talked some more.  Sarah grew tired quickly from the very active day and was asleep by mid evening.  Tom and Nancy took Aminda and Michelle with them to the hotel this time. 

 

When they got to the hotel, Tom and Nancy took their shower and got into bed.  Aminda and Michelle were in the next room and also took a shower.  But instead of going to bed they waited until they heard the shower in Tom and Nancy’s room turn off.  They waited another 20 minutes and knocked on the door between the rooms.  Tom told them to enter.

 

Aminda and Michelle entered the room naked as the day they were born.  Aminda Asked, “Would it be okay if we sleep with you tonight.  We want to make love with you to show you how much we love you.”

 

Nancy spoke up for both her and Tom saying, “As long as you understand that we don’t ever expect you to do this with you.  We are honored that you want to make love with us but we don’t expect you to do it.  Any time you decide that you don’t want to, it is fine with us.”

 

Aminda crawled into bed with Tom and immediately went to work on his cock.  Michelle crawled in next to Nancy and started in on her cunt.  Each couple was soon in a 69 mutually pleasuring each other.  After they all came the first time, they switched partners and Michelle fucked Tom while Aminda and Nancy 69’d.  After Tom came in Michelle, she got off and sucked him clean.  Aminda reached over and pulled her over her face and began to suck out Tom’s cum from Michelle’s pussy.  After she had brought her to another orgasm, Tom cuddled with Michelle and Aminda with Nancy. 

 

Tom said loud enough for everyone, “Michelle, last night Nancy and I went out to the house instead of to the hotel.  We remembered that your grandmother was taken out there and wanted to make sure she was doing okay.  When we got there we found her out with the construction crew that had been working on the kennel.  She was in the middle of the workers and was being fucked in all three holes while the other workers were standing around waiting, stroking themselves to stay hard.  I don’t know how long that they had been like that but it had been going on a while because she was covered from head to toe with cum.  I started to angrily break everything up but the foreman stopped me and explained.”

 

The foreman said, “When she was dropped off by the security team yesterday, she came bounding out here followed by her dog.  She went through the kennel and looked at everything very excitedly.  We were about two days away from finishing and when she saw how close we were she came up to me and wrote in the dirt, ‘Finish tomorrow…I fuck dog and crew.’  After getting over my surprise at being approached by a naked 50 something woman acting like a dog I looked at the dog with her and then back and she shook her head yes.  I called the crew together for a meeting and showed them what she wrote in the dirt and explained that if they finished the kennel the next day that she would fuck the dog for them and then let them all fuck her.  There was murmuring for a few minutes and then they all went back to work.  I’ve never seen that crew work as hard or as fast as they did.  They worked through the night and finished about three this afternoon.  True to her word, after I took her through the kennel and showed her that everything was finished, she came out here where the crew was waiting for her and she barked a couple of times.  Her dog came running out of the barn and immediately started licking her cunt.  After a couple of moments his cock was extended out of his sheath.  The dog jumped up on her back and she reached back and guided his cock into her cunt.  It was the most spectacular thing any of us has ever seen.  That dog fucked her for several minutes and then howled as he came.  It was obvious that she was enjoying it as well and howled with him.  She had to have cum at least a dozen times while she was being fucked.  The crew stood there stunned at what they had seen.  When the dog turned ass end to ass end with her one of the guys finally couldn’t wait any longer and stripped.  He stepped up to her and put his stiff cock in front of her face.  She immediately opened her mouth and took him in to the hilt.  She didn’t just suck him, she deep throated him.  I’ve never seen anything like it.  Well that was all it took and the entire crew stripped down.  Once of the braver lads couldn’t wait any longer and decided to test his bravery.  He went up and straddled the dog and pushed his cock into her asshole.  She screamed around the cock in her throat in surprise but instead of stopping him she began to really fuck back into him.  She began cumming shortly thereafter.  The dog pulled out and one of the younger lads slid under her and fucked her.  That’s pretty much how it has gone for the last four hours.  Everyone has cum at least two times and many are on their third time around.  I assure you it was entirely consensual.”

 

Tom continued, “The foreman then took me through the kennel and showed me everything.  It was finished just as he said.  I took my cell phone out and arranged for the dogs to be delivered today so when we get back, they will all be there and we will have extra security.  Greg has already sent his dog trainer to the estate.  He will be staying in the cabin next to your mother’s until they are trained.  The foreman also told me that a truck delivered a truck load of stuff to your mother’s cabin and that you two are to go there and arrange it all when you get back home.  She left instructions that no one else is to go in there so I don’t know what the stuff is.  I went into the house for a few minutes and when I came back out the crew were all gone.  When I went looking for your mother, I found her in an empty stall lying on her back as her dog licked her clean of all of the cum.  I asked her if she was going to come up to the house to stay and she shook her head no and wrote ‘here’ in the straw.  I went back to the house and fixed up a dish of food for her and bowl of dog food for the dog and took them to the stall.  I made sure the water trough was full and returned to the house.  That’s where she stayed.  When I woke up this morning, I opened the door to go check up on her. She was waiting on all fours at the door along with her canine companion.  I noticed that she had a tail and it was wagging like the other dog’s in happiness.  I walked behind her and saw that she had something in her ass that had the tail attached.  I let them in the house and she crawled in and rubbed her side against me more like a cat than a dog, making an almost purring sound and then she went to the corner the dog had gone to and curled up with him.  They watched as Nancy finished making breakfast.  It was the strangest situation I had ever been in.  I knew from the story Karen told us that she was every bit a dog now but it’s something else to experience it.  Nancy fixed a big breakfast and we ate our fill, giving them the scraps in a bowl on the floor along with a bowl of milk.  I patted her on the head and told her that I had to leave and that she could stay in the house or wherever she wanted.  I left the back door open for them and left with Nancy to come here to the hospital.”

 

While Tom had been telling them the story, Aminda had been busy sucking him hard.  When Tom finished the story, Aminda pulled off of his cock with a loud pop and said, “Nancy, this one is for you.  Michelle and I have already had ours.”

 

Nancy and Aminda traded places.  Tom and Nancy spent the next forty minutes making love while Aminda and Michelle pleasured each other in a 69.  When they had finished pleasuring themselves they each cuddled up to their partner and that is how they fell asleep.

 

………………

 

At that moment in Washington, Brittany had spent a couple of hours thinking about her situation.  She decided that she might have exposed herself to her old friend but wasn’t sure.  She knew that if she had, she didn’t have much time.  She picked up the phone and called Bill’s cell phone.  As soon as he answered she said, “Tell me you got the packet for the hunt team.”

 

Bill said, “Yes we did.  We just signed in and changed the password.  We were just getting ready to activate the hunt teams when you called.  Are you going to be okay?”

 

Brittany sighed and answered, “Right now I’m fine.  I’m in some flea bag hotel right now.  After we parachuted out they had a change of clothes for us to get into.  I think I was able to get my wire off without them noticing but I’m not sure.  They had a motor cycle for each of the board members to get away.  I’m planning on staying here the night and then I’ll leave in the morning to come back home.  If I’m not there by noon, then assume the worst.”

 

Bill quickly said, “If you tell us where you’re at, we can send someone to pick you up.”

 

Brittany answered, “I really don’t know.  There was no sign or anything on the hotel.  It doesn’t have any stationary either.  You could trace the call I guess but that’s a lot of trouble to go to.  I’ll be alright.  I’ll call you when I leave in the morning.  I’m Sorry you didn’t get any of the council like you wanted.”

 

Bill answered, “You got us more than you’ll ever know.  This code that we just entered opened up data to us that we could have never developed on our own.  It even allowed us to get into some other protected files in the computers we had seized before.  We have the names of all of the backup councils now and will be able to start rounding them up.  I can assure you that you have lived up to your end of the bargain as far as I’m concerned.  We will get you in the witness protection program as soon as we have you back safely.”

 

Brittany thanked him and hung up.  She then stripped and went into the bathroom to take a shower and wash her hair.  She didn’t hear or see the car tearing out of the parking lot.  If she had, she would have been better prepared for what was coming next.

 

After taking a shower to clean up, Brittany decided to take a soak in a tub of hot water.  She let the hot water soak in to her muscles and let it wash away her fears.  She relaxed so much that she fell asleep. 

 

Brittany dreamed that several big men broke into her room.  That she was surprised and got up so quickly in the tub that she slipped and fell, hitting her head in the process knocking her out.  She dreamed that she was carried naked out of the hotel room and stuffed into the trunk of a car and taken somewhere.  She dreamed that once the car arrived at a cabin not far from the hotel that she was carried into a basement dungeon where she was hung by her arms from the heavy support beams.

 

Brittany was starting to wake up when all of a sudden she felt intense pain on her back.  Her eyes snapped open and she realized that it wasn’t a dream.  She was hung by the wrists and her feet were over a foot off of the ground.  As she realized where she was, she felt another intense moment of searing pain on her back.

 

Brittany was finally lucid again and opened her eyes.  She saw the council sitting in front of her at a table.  On the table in front of Scott McBride was the wire she had worn, a tape recorder and a TV behind them.  When her eyes finally stopped on Scott McBride he said, “You’ve been a very bad girl Brittany… a very bad girl.”

 

He picked up the wire and said, “First Katrina noticed that you were taking something off while you were at the bank of the river.  She couldn’t make it out so after she walked you to the garage with the motorcycles she rode back to the spot.  It took her quite a while to find it in the water but she finally did.  She got back on her bike and came straight to my cabin and showed me what she found……

 

Brittany burst out interrupting saying, “It’s not true, she’s setting me up.”

 

The slave that was standing to the side of Brittany swung the bullwhip in her hands and hit her left tit, ripping a gapping wound in it with a loud pop.  Brittany screamed hideously in agony.

 

Scott continued, “Tsk…tsk…tsk… Don’t you dare lie to us you cunt.  Now as I was saying, Katrina arrived at my cabin just as I was listening to a tape recording brought to me by a hotel clerk.”

 

Scott pushed the button on the recorder and Brittany’s face went white as her conversation with Bill played back.  After the recording stopped, Scott continued saying, “And when I got done with that I went to my remote feed for the roadhouse security cameras and looked through them.  What do I find…… well let’s just watch, why don’t we?”

 

Scott turned around and pushed the play button on the recorder and the TV came to life.  It showed Brittany placing the envelope with the hunt codes on the ground and then her talking to the air about returning in a day or so.  Then there were a few minutes where the camera was just focused on the escape chute with the envelope clearly visible.  Then Bill came into view to pick up the packet.  Brittany knew at that moment her life was over.  It was just a matter of how.

 

Scott McBride turned the television off and turned around.  He continued, “We tried to access the hunt site and change the pass codes but it was too late.  The FBI had already beat us to that.  The entire hunt organization is now compromised.  We have no way of gaining access to them to tell them to ignore the orders that will be given.  I don’t know why you turned against the organization, but they had to have had something very significant on you to get you to turn.  My guess is that you didn’t memorize and destroy the codes that were sent when you were appointed to this council.  All of that activity that you tried to pass off as remodeling was just a ruse to cover for the FBI being at your place wasn’t it?  Because of your betrayal, this council has voted and you, my dear Brittany, have been found guilty of treason to the Coch organization and condemned to death.  It is one thing for a slave to turn against the organization, but for a master or mistress to turn against the very organization that has given them so much pleasure and support is a crime worthy of a punishment more severe than a slave would receive.  Now we have discussed this between us and we decided that to start your punishment, you should be whipped and tortured by slaves that you used up and discarded.  Mistress Katrina, will you let Ginger and Diane in please?”

 

Katrina got up and went to the entrance to the dungeon.  When she opened the door, there were Ginger and Diane dressed in leather and holding a cat-o-nine tails.  They had evil smiles on their faces.  As soon as the door was opened they came in and took up a position on either side of Brittany.  Scott said, “When you decided to discard Ginger and Diane in favor of their daughters, Katrina decided to take them in after Paul told her that no one wanted them and he was going to have to take them to the hunt if he couldn’t find a new master.  I think that it is only appropriate that now that you are lower than the lowest slave that they get to return the favor for all of the years of punishment and torture you put them through.  Slaves, you may begin.”

 

Ginger was positioned so that she could whip Brittany’s front and Diane her back.  Ginger went up to Brittany and held the whip in front of her like Brittany had done to them so many times and said, “Before we begin you stupid ignorant cunt.  Kiss the whip that will bring you delicious pain and teach you what a bad bitch you have been.  Then count and thank us for every strike of the whip.”

 

Brittany looked at the strands of the cat and saw that each strand had tiny little knots on them with little barbs sticking out.  She shook her head no in fear only to feel fire across her back as Diane hit her with the whip.  She let out a hideous scream as she felt trickles of blood start to trail down her back.  When she stopped writhing and screaming Ginger told her to kiss the whip and count again.  Again Brittany shook her head no.  There was no way she was going to do what they wanted.  They were nothing but used up slaves.  She couldn’t lower herself to do what they wanted.  She just wouldn’t.

 

This time Ginger swung the whip and the nine strands spread across her front and ripped little tears in her skin.  The blood began to trickle down her front as Brittany writhed and screamed in agony some more.  Ginger presented the whip to her to kiss again and again Brittany refused.  This time Diane swung the whip so that it struck her buttocks and wrapped around her thighs with the ends hitting just over her pussy hair.  Again Brittany screamed and writhed in agony and again Ginger presented the whip for her to kiss.

 

Brittany hesitated and actually thought of submitting but just couldn’t bring herself to humiliate herself and submit to a slave she discarded.  She refused again.  Ginger stepped back and took up a position then looked at Diane and nodded her head.  They had talked previously about what they were going to do if Brittany didn’t kiss the whip.  Diane stepped up and lifted Brittany’s legs up by the thighs until she was in a splits.  She tilted her hips forward so that her cunt was exposed and wide open. 

 

Ginger had positioned herself far enough in front so just the last few inches of the whip would hit Brittany when she swung.  She swung the cat overhead and brought it down on her cunt lips and inner thighs.  Brittany’s scream of agony was even worse than before.  Before she was finished screaming however, Ginger whipped her again and again for five strokes.  Brittany screamed the entire time as her cunt lips turned to a bloody mess from the little barbs on the whip. 

 

After the fifth hit Ginger stopped and presented the whip to Brittany to kiss and said, “You know what to do cunt.  Kiss the whip so we can get on with the rest of your punishment.”

 

This time Brittany was broken.  She slowly leaned her head down and kissed the whip.  She knew exactly what was expected as she had demanded the same from them when she punished them.  She begged, “Please punish this worthless cunt for her crimes against her masters”.  She didn’t do it in a very convincing manner though so Ginger whipped her tits with the whip five times and then said, “Not good enough bitch.  Say it like you really want it or the next five are back on your cunt.”

 

Brittany was still sobbing so hard from both her tit and cunt punishment so far that it took her a minute to get control.  Finally she begged with every fiber of her being, “Please…sob…sob…punish this…sob…sob…worthless cunt…sob…sob…sob…for her crimes…sniff…sob…sob…against…sob…sob…her masters.”

 

When Brittany had finally been broken the members of the council started applauding.  While they were, Ginger and Diane took up their positions and in perfect synchronization whipped Brittany on her front and back.  Brittany screamed in agony for a few minutes from all of the cuts and the pain then counted saying, “One, thank you Mistress Ginger and Mistress Diane.  May I have another?”

 

Ginger said, “No you stupid cunt.  Don’t you know anything?  We’re both slaves.  You are the one who enslaved us so you should at least be able to remember to address us correctly.  Now let’s try again.”

 

Ginger got back in position and the two again whipped Brittany at the same time.  After screaming and writhing in agony, she finally gasped out, “One, thank you Slave Ginger and Slave Diane.  May this worthless cunt have another?”

 

Ginger said, “Finally, the stupid whore figured it out.  You aren’t even worthy to be a slave because your so stupid.  Now we can get down to your punishment.”

 

Ginger and Diane began to whip Brittany unmercifully, allowing her to count each strike.  They put all of their hatred and anger at Brittany for what she had done to them and their daughters.  After about ten minutes, Brittany was a bloody mess and the council called a halt to the punishment. 

 

Diane went to a corner of the dungeon and put down the cat and picked up a bag of fine salt.  She brought the bag over and put it down by Brittany and the two began to massage Brittany with salt so that it would clot the wounds.  The salt also caused the many bleeding cuts to scream in agony as the salt dissolved in the wounds and began to cause the blood to stop.  Brittany of course screamed in agony at the pain.  It took about ten minutes of the two roughly massaging salt into the wounds before Brittany passed out.

 

When she woke up, Scott was standing in front of her.  He said, “now that you’re back with us, I thought you might like to know what happened to your dear old husband Darren.  It seems that when he got to prison, they found out that he enslaved and molested little girls.  There are a lot of prisoners that will really take it to someone like that.  On top of that he started trying to act like he owned the prison and the prisoner that had established dominance over the prison took offense, especially when Darren got him thrown into solitary.  Well he plotted and arranged with a corrupt guard to exact revenge.  Two nights ago they had a little party for him and it didn’t go well for him at all.  It seems that after a little brawl where Darren came up the definite loser, this guy took a skiff(that’s a little home made knife) and stripped the skin off of his cock.  Immediately after he did that he tied his cock off tightly at the base to make it hard and made him fuck a female German Shepherd guard dog.  As he was fucking the dog, the guy fucked him in the ass at the same time.  From what I hear he was screaming and crying like a little baby the whole time.  After he got done being made to fuck the dog, the leader took the skiff and cut his balls off.  He fed one to the dog and then made him eat the other one.  They put him on his cot in the cell and he bled to death.  They found him yesterday morning when he didn’t make it out for roll call.  I thought that you would like to know that you will be joining him real soon.  So are you ready to continue now?”

 

Brittany had been crying for herself before but now she was crying for her lost love.  She truly loved Darren more than anything else.  To find that he had been killed in such a horrendous manner was devastating to her emotionally.  She burst out sobbing uncontrollably at her loss.  That was when Scott turned to Ginger and Diane and said, “It’s time for phase two cunts.  Get to it.  If you get too squeamish, just remember all of the pain and torture she gave you and your daughters.”

 

Ginger and Diane stepped up on either side of Brittany and picked up a hand.  In their other hand was a sharp nail file.  They each turned to look at Scott and at the nod of his head they jammed the nail file to the very quick of Brittany’s thumbnail on each hand.  They wiggled the nail file back and forth cutting the bed underneath and then they pulled the thumbnail off.  As they did it Diane said, “This is for blackmailing us back in school……”  They pushed the nail file under the index fingernail and did the same thing as Ginger said, “For making us go to Clearview…”  Then they did the middle finger the same way as Diane said, “For having us raped repeatedly…”  Then they did the fourth finger as Ginger said, “For making us have a baby by our rapists…”  Then they did the little finger as they both said, “And for taking our babies away.”

 

Each time they ripped a finger nail off, Brittany screamed in more agony.  The screams however were getting quieter as each finger nail was yanked off.  When they were done they rubbed salt into the bloody nail beds to stop the bleeding.

 

When they were done with the fingers, Diane got a spreader bar and began attaching her ankles to both ends.  Ginger got another bar that locked into a spot on the floor and into a socket at the middle of the bar.  This locked Brittany’s legs in place so the feet couldn’t move much.  Her upper body still had quite a bit of movement available but her feet could only move in a small four inch circle.

 

When they finished locking her legs in place, both women picked up their nail file and before they started, Ginger said, “This is for the endless hours of torture that you put us through.”  They then proceeded to rip off each of the toenails from smallest to largest in order.  Brittany screamed bloody murder and begged for mercy but none was forth coming.  By the time they were finished, her voice was almost completely gone. 

 

When Diane and Ginger finished with the toenails they repeated the process with the salt.  They put a set of steps in front of and in back of her.  Scott and Ron Black went up to Brittany.  Scott said, “You have been with the organization for years Brittany.  In all of that time, I’ve never seen you being fucked in either your ass or cunt.  We’ve seen you fuck others, but never them fucking you.  Ron and I have a bet going on whether you’re a virgin or not.  I think you are because a cold hearted bitch like you could never allow a cock in your cunt,  even though you were married to Darren.  You probably kept him happy with your slaves.  Ron says there’s no way that Darren would have stayed married to you if you wouldn’t let him fuck you.  If you are a virgin, I get to fuck your cunt.  If your not, he does.  Either way, Ron and I decided that we wanted a double fuck.  It’s so much nicer that way.  When we’re done, the rest of the council will take turns fucking you however they see fit.  So let’s see if you’re a virgin, shall we?”

 

Scott stepped up to Brittany and put his finger in her cunt being sure to put as much pressure as possible on her cut and bruised cunt lips.  He pulled his fingers out and said, “I guess that you win Ron.  You get her cunt and I get her ass.”

 

Scott stepped around Brittany and took the steps up behind Brittany until he could line his cock up with her asshole.  Ron stepped up in front of her and but his cock at the entrance of her cunt.  Then Ron counted to three and they both slammed in to her ass and cunt at the same time.  If Brittany would have had any voice left, she would have screamed.  As it was her face was screwed up in agony as her ass was ripped open and her tenderized cunt was fucked without mercy.

 

After about ten minutes of pounding, Scott was the first to cum.  When he stepped away he was replaced by Katrina with a Dildo.  The dildo was the largest they had at 14 inches long and 3 inches wide.  She began fucking her using Brittany’s own blood for lubricant.  She hadn’t been fucking her for more than a minute when Katrina had her first orgasm. 

 

Three minutes later, Ron came and pulled out.  He was replaced by Doug Alexander who began fucking her cunt with a passion.  His cock was a monster at ten inches and two and a half inches in diameter.  He rammed his cock in as hard as he could to inflict as much pain as possible.  He reached up in the process and began squeezing her cut and bloodied tits. 

 

Katrina had been fucking Brittany for fifteen minutes and four orgasms before she decided she had enough.  She pulled out and took off the dildo.  She handed it to Terri Black who strapped it on and took her place.  She reached up and moved her hands under Doug’s to take over squeezing her tits.  She dug her fingernails in as hard as she could.  She leaned in and said in Brittany’s ear, “I never did like you bitch.  Now I get to give you what I always thought you deserved.”  She attacked her tits even more vigorously than she had before and Brittany would have been screaming terribly if any sound could have been coming out of her mouth.

 

The rest of the council took their turns with Brittany and they fucked her for another thirty minutes.  When they were done, they ordered Ginger and Diane back in to fuck her.  They each had dildos on the same size as the one that Katrina had worn.  They proceeded to fuck Brittany until both her cunt and ass were bleeding from the constant friction.  It was almost an hour later that Scott called a halt to the fucking.  Ginger and Diane took turns getting on their knees in front of Brittany and sucking the other’s dildo clean.  They then went down the line of council members and sucked each one to another orgasm.  When they were done, the council decided it was time to take a break.

 

………………

 

It was now about 6 in the morning and back at the safe house, Sandy was waking up.  At first she thought she was in bed with her parents until she opened her eyes and saw that she was in bed with her daughter.  She felt the arm over her and reached up and took it in her hand.  She lifted it up and turned over so she was facing Karen and looked into her eyes.  Sandy took in a deep breath and then whispered to Karen, “It wasn’t a dream?  Mandy and I are safe now?”

 

Karen took her best friend into a tight hug and said, “No… it wasn’t a dream.  You’re safe now.  My security team and I will protect you now.  You can rest easy.  Your parents can never hurt you again.”

 

Sandy looked at Karen and asked, “But how will I support Mandy now?  I wasn’t allowed to finish school and I have no training.  I’ve never been anything other than a sex slave.  How are we going to survive?”

 

Karen said, “You just let me worry about that.  I promise that you and Mandy will be taken care of.  You just worry about taking care of Mandy and leave the rest to me.  That’s what best friends are for.  I just wish I could have helped you sooner.  By the time I’m done with the organization though, they’ll never be able to hurt either one of us again.”

 

Sandy started caressing Karen’s cheek.  She had tears in her eyes as she said, “I always thought that they had killed you.  That was what they told everyone.  I don’t know how you did it but you outsmarted them.  I’m so glad you were my friend…”

 

Karen interrupted saying, “…am your friend… I never stopped being your friend Sandy.  I just had to wait until the time was right in order to come and help all of the slaves.  I’m doing everything I can to bring the organization down.”

 

Sandy smiled sadly and then said, “Okay friend.  Then can this friend show you how much she loves you.  Can I make sweet love to you?  I always wanted to but I never was able to in circumstances that I chose.”

 

Karen asked, “What about Mandy?  Do you want to do it right here with her in the bed?”

 

Sandy said, “Mandy has watched mom and dad fuck me almost since the day she was born.  It won’t be anything she hasn’t seen before.”

 

Sandy leaned over and began to suck on Karen’s tits.  As she did, she reached down with her right hand and began to play with Karen’s clit and cunt.  She turned around and began to lick her way down her stomach until she was at her clit.  She then spent an inordinate amount of time on Karen’s clit until Karen had at least two orgasms.

 

After the second orgasm, Karen reached over and pulled Sandy’s hips over her so she could return the favor.  They began to mutually pleasure each other in a sixty nine.  They kept at it until finally Karen rolled over onto her side and then turned around so she was facing Sandy again.  Karen said, “I can’t stand any more.  It’s time to take a break.  Now about the future, why don’t you let me talk to Gregg and Sam?  They are the owners of the security team and are very, very dear friends as well.  I know that you will crave to have sex like I did after I escaped.  They will provide you with a safe outlet and they can help take care of you and Mandy.  I can’t make any promises but I bet you they would do it for me.  What do you say?  Besides, they just got married a few days ago.”

 

Sandy had a real look of hope on her face as she asked, “Do you really think they would.  I would clean their house, cook for them, I’d do just about anything for them if they would do that for us.  Please talk to them.”

 

Karen took her hand and brushed a strand of hair out of Sandy’s eyes and said, “I’ll talk to them first thing.  Now why don’t we get out of bed and get cleaned up and ready for the day.  You and Sandy can borrow some of my clothes.  We’ll make sure we get your sizes so that one of the security detail can get you some clothes to wear.  It’s too dangerous for you to go out on your own.  Sam did that a while back and got shot by a hunt team member because he thought she was me.  We have to take every precaution to ensure our safety.  So come on and let’s get a shower.”

 

Karen grabbed Sandy’s hand and pulled her out of the bed and toward the bathroom.  As they went, Mandy said, “Don’t have too much fun in there.  I want to take a shower too.”

 

Both Karen and Sandy giggled like school girls as they went into the bathroom to shower.  They did take a while as they not only cleaned but mutually pleasured each other.  When they were done they went back into the bedroom.  As Mandy went into the bathroom, Karen and Sandy went to the closet and hunted for clothes to wear.  They had made their choices and got dressed.  They laid out a fairly conservative outfit for Mandy.  They knew it would be too big for her but it would have to do until they could get her new clothes.

 

When Mandy finished her shower and got dressed, they all went out to the kitchen to get breakfast.  Sam was cooking up some scrambled eggs for breakfast.  They were all soon eating and talking about the events of the night before.  Karen filled Sandy in on how they got Brittany to turn against the organization.  Sandy was extremely surprised at the revelation that Brittany was working with the FBI.  She had the reputation as being one of the most brutal and uncompromising of the masters or mistresses.  Sandy said, “Well if she gets caught, they’ll do a number on her.  They’ll make it long and slow and much, much worse than any slave punishment.  No one deserves to be punished like they will do her if she’s caught.”

 

Karen answered quietly, “I know… I know.  I have as much reason to hate Brittany as anyone and I can assure you that she is fully aware of the risks she is taking.  I kind of feel responsible for her as it was a humiliation session behind Keplar’s that ensnared her in the organization.  I’ve arranged for her to be put into the witness protection program after this is all over.  I just hope she survives the whole thing.  Now let’s enjoy breakfast and talk about this stuff later.”  They all focused on enjoying the breakfast in front of them.  Nothing further was said until they were done eating.

 

 

This is the end of Chapter 51.

 

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