IV Taking Possession
Karen walked happily through her neighbor's front door as though she owned the
place. She turned in time to watch Carol pass through the door and close it
behind her. She looked so very pitiful. Like a frightened doe. "Lock it.",
Karen ordered.
After Carol turned the latch Karen told her to get a box of garbage bags. While
retrieving them from the kitchen Carol poured herself a glass of water and drank
it down quickly before taking the bags to Karen. She tried to hand the box to
Karen, but she wouldn't take them. After an awkward pause, Karen told her to
put the box on the floor.
Karen slid her jacket off and tossed it onto a wingback chair. "Take one bag
out and put those nasty, sweaty clothes in it Carol. You may place your shoes
over by the door for now."
Carol looked up at her with incredulity. Did she mean? "Uh. You want..."
"I want what I said I want. Are you sure you're educated beyond the third
grade?", Karen answered in a sarcastic tone as she folded her arms across her
chest.
The tears came quickly again as Carol bent to untie the laces on her canvas
tennies. She had to do what she had to do, but there was that odd,
contradictory glow beginning to rise from deep within her. It was most similar
to how she felt when she was on her knees in front of Ralph, ready to take him
into her mouth. She realized she was becoming horny before she even had her
shoes off. She felt her nipples hardening and her pussy becoming moist again,
and felt so completely repulsed by, and drawn into, the situation at the same
time.
She placed her shoes in their assigned spot and stood to push her shorts down
while her back was turned to Karen.
"I don't think so, slut. Over here!" Karen was pointing at the floor a short
distance in front of her.
Carol padded over to where the finger pointed, never daring to look up. Her
tears were flowing freely now. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her
shorts and pushed them down to her ankles, leaving her panties on. She stepped
out of them and placed them into the bag she had gotten out of the box. Next
she stood up straight and pulled the tank top quickly over her head, placing it
in the bag. She covered her breasts as best she could and stood motionless,
unable to continue, hoping she would be spared complete nakedness.
Karen's voice was a bit more sympathetic this time. "Isn't my little slut such
a shy thing, though?" Karen crouched down onto her haunches to get a good view
of Carol's cotton briefs. "Oh, you poor thing. You are simply dripping with
excitement! Look at that spot!"
Carol gasped in embarassment and immediately broke down again, sobbing
uncontrollably. This was not necessarily rectified by the brutal slap she
received, but Karen did have her undivided attention once again, as well as her
compliance.
"Put those nasty panties in the bag, Carol.", Karen calmly ordered.
This time, Carol wasted no time stripping them off and stuffing them in the bag.
Now she tried to cover her breasts with her right arm and hand and her pussy
with her left hand.
Karen sighed heavily. "My patience is being tried, and I know that your
stupidity is going to be a problem. Would you like me to give up on you now,
Carol?"
"Nnnno, Miss Karen", Carol sobbed as she slowly moved her hands to her sides.
"Good. Now you're naked. You'll be naked a lot in your new life, so get used
to it. I'm going to sit down while you fetch me a nice drink and bring me all
of your cameras. Don't forget your video camera, Carol."
"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol replied shakily. "Wha...What would you like to
drink?"
"Oh, that's another thing. You have so much to learn. Never use "you" if you
are referring to me. Use "Mistress". Let's try that question again now -
properly."
"Uh, what would Mistress like to drink?"
"Very good, pet,", Karen said soothingly as she rubbed her calves. "I'd like a
single malt scotch."
Carol turned to fulfill her tasks, dwelling on Karen's use of "pet". What did
that mean? She was so confused. Her pussy and nipples were still betraying
her, and she was grateful to be out of sight if only for a couple of minutes.
She went to her bar first and poured the scotch, quickly delivering it to
Karen. She wasn't immediately sure where the video camera was and had to do
some searching to come up with it. She had no idea why she had been ordered to
gather up her cameras, but it didn't really matter. She was in a blur of
chaotic thoughts blanketed by that deep and penetrating fear that arises when
one's security is in the balance. That woman was frightening, and Carol knew of
nothing she could do about it except to do what she was told.
Karen had slipped her heels off and was massaging her feet when her toy returned
with her arms full of cameras. Carol was standing in front of her, completely
clueless as to what to do. "When you return after completing a task you should
quietly announce..." she paused for a sip of scotch. "...the results and
present yourself to me. Now go out and come back in correctly."
"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol replied. She spun and strode quickly out of the room.
On her return, she said in a soft voice, "I have my cameras Miss Karen."
"Your slut has brought the cameras Mistress wanted.", Karen replied mockingly.
"Your slut has brought the cameras Mistress wanted.", Carol repeated.
"Put them on the floor.", Karen ordered, gesturing toward the hardwood floor
immediately in front of her. "Now present yourself."
Carol didn't know what that meant, so she put her body in a position of
attention, as though she were in the military. Karen leaned back in the chair,
regarding the still shaking victim of her torments. "Nice try. Whenever you
return from a task, and whenever I have no orders for you, you will maintain
yourself in a very nice position that enables me to enjoy a good view of you as
well as full access."
She leaned forward slowly, resting her elbows on her knees. "First, you'll
clasp your hands together by interlacing your fingers at the back of your neck.
This will help to elevate your breasts so that I can enjoy those freaky nipples
of yours."
Carol blushed heavily as she joined her hands behind her neck.
"Push your elbows back until they are in line with your body. That's it. Now
spread your feet at least wide enough to be outside of your elbows. If I
dropped a string down from your elbows, it would fall inside of your feet.
Good." Karen smiled quickly, pleased but not surprised at how compliant the
bitch had become.
Carol's blush seemed never to end, and it took her breath away as it heightened.
The stirrings between her legs had grown into outright demands and her nipples
had grown harder than she had ever seen them. Her chest began to heave and
perspiration formed on her forehead and upper lip. The position was not a
strain at all, but being so openly displayed in front of another woman was
completely alien to her. Karen had picked up her husband's Polaroid and was
checking to see if it had film in it. Carol closed her eyes as Karen focused
it on her.
"Eyes up, slut. Smile pretty now." FLASH.
Karen set the Polaroid down as it was spitting out the undeveloped shot and
picked up Carol's cheap 35mm automatic camera. It had a bit of film left in it
after Carol had used it to photograph her husband's promotion ceremony earlier
in the month. She turned it on and waited for the flash to warm up. "This time
you'll cup your breasts for me, like you're really proud of them."
Carol moved her hands to do as she was told, cupping each breast from underneath
and lifting them up slightly. She wished she could squeeze her nipples as they
were begging her for attention. She felt moisure beginning to flood her pussy
and knew it would be dripping down her thigh soon. When Karen told her to smile
again, she was actually able to form one this time. She thought it might even
have had some hint of her hunger in it. She became briefly angry with herself
that her body was giving itself over to this sick, sadistic situation she was
in. FLASH.
Karen put her through a range of poses, all intended to make her appear to be
the wanton slut she was beginning to feel like. The worst one (or was it the
best one?) was when she had to turn away on all fours and spread her legs while
arching her back. Karen ordered her to "purr like a kitty" as she took the last
few pictures to finish out the roll.
While she was still on her hands and knees, Karen stood and told her to crawl to
her bedroom. Carol felt herself so far beyond the edge of desire that her fear
was beginning to fade. She crawled down the hallway and into the large master
bedroom at the far end of the house. Karen picked up the box of garbage bags
and followed, leaving her heels and the cameras back at the entry area.
The slut had certainly gotten horny, Karen knew. Her juices had flowed all the
way down her inner thighs to the floor. Her entire body was alive with desire,
and it was quite an alluring sight to see her skin glistening in the dim light
as she crawled slowly down that long hallway. Karen was tempted to make use of
her right there on the floor, but she had an agenda and intended to follow it.
Self discipline was more than just a family trait, it was also a necessity of
her profession.
Karen made her stand and assume the "present" position against a wall next to
the dresser. She took a garbage bag out and tossed the box on the bed. She
handed the bag to Carol and told her to hold it open, then slid open the first
dresser drawer. It was Carol's lingerie drawer, containing dozens of panties
and bras. Karen quickly tossed all of the bras into the bag, then began looking
at each pair of painties in turn. Some she would discard into the bag and some
she piled on top of the dresser. Most of those remaining on the dresser were
thongs or bikinis. All of her briefs had been relegated to the bag.
Carol looked on in fearful amazement as the woman went through her most intimate
things as though they were mere rags. It was not easy to remain quiet, and she
really didn't understand at all why this was happening. She was simply being
ignored, or rather, simply being used as a tool to hold the bag open.
Karen went through all of the remaining drawers in quick succession. She dumped
all of the slut's husband's clothes out onto the floor in one big heap, but
carefully considered everything that belonged to Carol before either piling it
on the dresser or putting it in the bag. By the time she was through, Carol's
arms were getting tired.
Karen moved quickly across the room and began going through the closet. "Get
another bag and come over here.", she said flatly.
Carol placed the bag down next to her husband's clothes and pulled another out
of the box on the bed. "May I ask, ah. May I ask Miss Karen a question
please?" Her voice was faltering, as though she had absolutely no confidence in
anything.
Karen didn't answer. She had heard the question, but wasn't wasting her time.
She had no use for questions other than her own.
Carol stepped closer and assumed the same position she had held over by the
dresser. She spread her legs the required distance and held the bag out. It
was soon being filled with some of her favorite suits, dresses, skirts, pants,
blouses, and shirts. Not much was kept, other than what was obviously revealing
or tight fitting. By the time Karen was finished with the hanging items, she
had filled three bags.
Next she went through all of the shoes in the closet, only keeping some workout
and running shoes as well as everything with heels over three inches. She threw
the rejects out of the closet onto the floor, telling Carol to put them in a
bag. She told Carol to put on a pair of sandals with five inch heels that she
had found gathering dust in the corner of the closet. Karen then moved past her
while she was still picking up shoes and went to the nightstand beside the bed.
Carol's heart filled with dread when she looked up to see Karen opening the
nightstand drawer.
"Hmmm. What have we here?", Karen asked gleefully. Without waiting for a
reply, she pulled Anne Rice's Beauty Trilogy out of the drawer and tossed all
three copies on the bed. "No wonder the little slut has been so compliant",
Karen thought, "She's probably always dreamed of something like this happening
to her".
Then, she pulled Carol's vibrator and dildo out. The vibrator was a simple,
battery operated one of eight or nine inches in length. The dildo, however, was
something entirely different. It was a very large, very realistic
representation of a well hung black man's penis and balls. "It doesn't take a
genius to figure out who you're thinking of with this thing inside you, does
it?", Karen asked in what seemed to be a good humor.
Carol was so very humiliated. "No, Miss Karen.", she replied sullenly as she
tightened the straps on her "honeymoon" sandals. She quickly finished bagging
the shoes and stood unsteadily in the sandals. She placed herself in the
"present" position where she stood, having a little trouble keeping her ankles
steady.
Karen wouldn't have chosen her if she hadn't been quite attractive to start
with, but seeing her in heels reinforced Karen's belief that she could be made
into an exceptionally sexy slut. "Go get my scotch and the cameras.", Karen
ordered curtly. She smiled with satisfaction as she watched her victim turn and
leave the bedroom.
After Carol had delivered the scotch and cameras, Karen ordered her to take all
of the filled garbage bags to the garage. She was feeling a bit of a buzz by
then, and downed the remainder of the scotch in one gulp. She checked out the
video camera and got it ready to film just as Carol was returning from her last
trip to the garage. Before Carol could assume her proper position, Karen told
her to get a fresh razor, shaving cream, and a damp washcloth out of the master
bathroom.
When Carol returned, Karen motioned her toward the bed. Karen moved down so that
she was between the dresser and the foot of the bed, and turned the video
camera on. "Turn and face me, slut. Good. Now lay back on the bed and lift
your knees. That's it, spread them wider. There's no need for any modesty now
that we know what a whore you are."
She noted with satisfaction that the slut's blush showed nicely through the
digital video camera's viewfinder. She did as she was told, though, and must
have known what was to come. Karen zoomed in for a closeup of her face. There
was as much unmitigated desire in her expression as there was fear. "Have you
ever shaved your pussy, slut?"
Carol's perfect eyebrows furrowed with concern. "Um. No, Miss Karen. Please
don't ma..."
"Shut up!", Karen snapped. "You can either sit up for another slap or make that
pussy smooth!"
Carol had been growing more accustomed to being naked in front of the woman, but
this was such an alien mix of sheer terror and unregulated excitement that she
could do nothing but what she was told. She lie on her back now, with her knees
held up and widely apart, wantonly displaying her wet pussy for her mistress.
Slowly, Carol spread the shaving cream over her pussy and began shaving.
Still filming, Karen began to question her. "You seem to be surrounded by a few
things that came out of your nightstand, Carol. What are they?"
"Oh, God.", Carol thought. "She's not going to make me do this...to talk about
my things." But, she found herself responding, if haltingly.
"Um. My...", her face wrinkled up in the cutest way when she realized her
mistake. "Sorry. Miss Karen found this slut's books, her vibrator, and her
dildo."
"I see. What are the books? What are they about?"
Carol was just beginning to pull the razor up on either side of her pussy,
carefully smoothing the skin with her left hand as she shaved with her right.
"They are a trilogy about some people who are captured and used as, as sexual
slaves, Miss Karen."
"Uh huh. And you have these books in your nightstand because...why?", the
interviewer inquired.
"Ah, because they make this slut horny, Miss Karen.", Carol replied, using the
washcloth to wipe the razor off before starting in on the well trimmed little
triangle that remained above her pussy.
"And are you horny now, slut?"
"Oh, yes, Miss Karen.", Carol breathed heavily.
"What about that big black dildo, slut?"
"It's, ah. It's what I, I mean, it's this slut's dildo. She uses it to fuck
herself, Miss Karen."
"Oh? Where do you fuck yourself with that thing, slut?"
"In my pussy, Miss Karen.", Carol sighed, pulling the razor up for the last time
before wiping herself dry. She looked down to see herself completely smooth,
like the porno stars she and Ralph liked to watch before making love.
"But that's not correct, slut. You don't have a pussy. I have a pussy. You
have a cunt. Tell me again where you fuck yourself with that monster."
Carol had placed the razor and washcloth off to the side, but stayed in position
out of fear of displeasing Karen one too many times. The thought flashed
through her mind that she was thinking less of the ramifications of failing to
satisfy Karen than she was of the desire that she was barely able to contain.
"This slut fucks herself in her cunt, Miss Karen."
"I'll just bet you do! I'll bet you'd just love to show me how you can suck on
that thing, wouldn't you?" Karen was getting even more turned on playing out
her twisted interrogation. The footage would be useful once it was digitally
edited. Her new toy's motor was certainly running.
"Uh. Yes, Miss Karen." Carol reached behind her head until she grasped the
dildo and raised it up so that it was pointing down toward her mouth. It made
for a great closeup as Karen zoomed in. The slut licked her lips several times
before bringing the tip of the huge dildo lower toward her mouth.
"Before you begin, I will permit you to touch yourself while you suck it for me,
but I do expect to hear plenty of moaning out of you, slut."
Wordlessly, Carol slid her right hand down between her legs and placed her
middle finger gently over her clitoris. Her eyes closed softly as she bagan
little circular motions with her fingertip as the dildo was brought down into
contact with her lips. She opened her lips widely to accommodate it, but could
not take in much more than the first three or four inches because it was so
thick. She began breathing even more loudly, and groaned deeply as her little
bud hardened and pushed outward toward her juice slickened finger.
This was what Karen needed. There was no doubt the slut was operating of her
own free will. "Oh, by the way, you are not permitted to cum without
permission, so be careful to avoid angering me. slut."
"Yes Miss Karen!", Carol answered a bit too enthusiastically. She was quickly
reaching a crecendo, and knew that it was obvious. She was swirling her tongue
around the head of the dildo, just the way Ralph loved for her to do to him.
Her finger was alternately pushing, circling, and tapping on her rigid clit as
her juices flowed freely down onto her satin bedspread. She could think of
nothing but how hot she felt and how badly she wanted to cum.
Karen stopped filming with the video camera and reached for the digital still
camera. She took two or three quick shots using the flash from across the room
before returning to the area at the base of the bed. There was a dark spot on
the bedspread underneath the slut. She was possibly the wettest bitch Karen had
ever seen. That was not a bad thing. Things seemed to be getting very close,
and Karen did not want the slut to cum.
"Stop!", she shouted, loud enough to startle Carol. Carol froze, but
reluctantly. She wanted it badly, as badly as she ever had in her life.
"On your feet!", Karen ordered, pointing to the side of the bed.
Carol dropped the dildo and quickly stood, assuming the position as she had been
taught. She felt her juices flowing down both inner thighs. The sandals
certainly hadn't gotten any more comfortable in the brief time she had been
shaving and tormenting herself on the bed.
Karen then told her to get down on her hands and knees and to give her a "little
tour" of the house. Karen took it all in as though she were considering buying
the place. Carol had few chances to look up at her. When she did, she could see
that her neighbor was doing a lot of thinking. With the slut crawling in front
of her, Karen looked over every inch of the place, including the spacious two
stall garage. She had retrieved a good length of cotton clothesline in the
garage and a pair of scissors out of Carol's home office, as well as a bag of
spring-type clothespins from the laundry room. Carol loved to hang her laundry
out in the fresh air.
Karen directed her onto the deck that adjoined the back of the house and
overlooked the back yard. Carol was very nervous and felt so exposed as she
crawled through the sliding glass door onto the deck. She had forgotten how
oppressively hot it was outside.
It was still a couple of hours before the late spring sunset. Like all of the
homes in the area, this one featured a high stucco wall surrounding the well
maintained back yard. There was a nice lap pool and a small poolhouse as well
as a barbecue area with a built-in brick grill. None of the homes were more
than a single story, so the back yards afforded a great deal of privacy and some
sense of seclusion, although noise could be a problem at times.
Karen briefly left her on her hands and knees as she quickly strode over to
check something out at the poolhouse. Carol watched her walk away with a lust
that she had never known for another woman. She considered herself completely
straight, but what was going on here was something totally beyond her wildest
dreams, or nightmares. She was still fearful, but so very, very horny.
Karen motioned for her to come to the pool house. She crawled down the two
stairs and across a portion of lawn quickly enough, she thought. But, Karen
grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her mercilessly to her feet.
Whispering with an unmistakable intensity, Karen said, "You need some fresh air
and some time to think about things. I am going to secure you here until I have
a use for you."
With that, she pulled Carol's hands behind her back and expertly bound her
wrists together with a length of the clothesline. Out of Carol's view she
fashioned a noose and tossed it up over a beam on the pool house's extended roof
overhang. She pulled the noose end down over Carol's head and seated it firmly
up under her jaw line. She pulled the rope taught and tied it back to itself.
She cut a third length of about three feet and wrapped it around the slut's
knees, binding them tightly together. She stepped back to admire her work.
Carol looked thoroughly terrified, although her nipples were certainly erect and
her juices seemed to be flowing even more freely out of her smooth cunt. She
simply didn't know what was happening. She was being held perfectly erect by
the rope around her neck and would likely die if she lost her balance and fell
off her sandals. She was completely helpless. It was perfect, Karen thought.
Carol watched intently as her captor raised her skirt a bit and reached up under
it to tug down her panties. She pushed them down over her knees until they
dropped, then stepped out of them. Carol was amazed at how poised she always
seemed to be, even when she was stepping out of her panties it was as though it
was a perfectly normal circumstance. It was when Miss Karen picked the panties
up and began balling them up in her hands that Carol began to understand the
implication. She did not fight it, and opened her mouth willingly to allow her
mistress to stuff the wet panties deeply enough to effectively gag her. Carol
swooned at the wonderful fragrance and taste of this strange, frightening woman
who had stolen her from the world.
Karen placed a section of the clothesline between the slut's open lips and
pulled the ends tightly around to the back of her neck where she tied them in a
knot. This forced her panties even further back and guaranteed that they
couldn't be expelled. Next Karen pulled four of the clothespins from the bag
and showed them to her victim. The poor, weak school teacher shook her head
vigorously when Karen began to playfully squeeze one open and let it snap
closed. She did this several times before growing bored of the little game.
She gently grazed the long nail on the end of her index finger against the
underside of the slut's right nipple. It was the first time she had touched
Carol in any way other than slapping her or yanking her hair. Despite the heat,
she could see the goosebumps rise on the slut's skin.
"My God,", Karen whispered seductively. "your nipples are simply obscene! Look
at how long they are!" Karen was delighted. She had no idea they could have
grown any larger.
Carol had always been self conscious of her nipples, particularly when she was
fully aroused. They were prominent enough when it was simply cold or she was
mildly excited, but Miss Karen was right, they were obscene when completely
hard. She had measured them once, and knew them to be a full inch long when
they were like this.
All kinds of possibilities were passing through Karen's mind, but for now she
simply needed to manipulate the other nipple to an equal length. She had plans
for them. She grasped and twisted the left nipple, causing Carol to gasp
audibly. It had the desired effect, and she stepped back momentarily to
appreciate the long shadow the nipples cast across her new toy's full breasts in
the early evening sunlight.
It was a small thrill for Karen to finally place the clothespins on the slut's
engorged nipples. Carol winced as each clamped down, but seemed willing to at
least try to bear up. Before she got adjusted to the pain, she felt Karen
sliding a finger deeply along the cleft of her pussy, scraping across her still
rigid clitoris on it's way out. Karen brought the finger to her nose, sniffed
lightly, then wiped it off on Carol's lips. She quickly knelt down to clamp a
clothespin on each of the slut's outer lips before rising to double check all of
her knots to ensure Carol stayed in place until such time as she chose to do
something with her.
"I'm going to be busy for a while. I'll check on you periodically. Use this
time to concentrate on what kind of a slave you are going to be. I have use for
you only so long as you make me happy, and can do without any drama. You are
property now, and your life is going to be very different. Get adjusted to it.
If you don't think you can, I would suggest you simply fall over and hang
yourself. Do you understand me, slut?" Karen looked intently into the
teacher's eyes.
Carol nodded slowly, not doubting a single word. She could do nothing but look
longingly after Miss Karen as she strode confidently back into the house.
