Chapter VII Adjustments
Miss Karen hadn't said a word on the drive home. Nevertheless, Carol
maintained her lewd position in the back seat, hoping all the while Miss Karen
would touch her. Her pussy was throbbing, desperate for attention. The men who
had abused her had no interest in her satisfaction, and while some of it had
felt very good and there had been a couple of times where she was close to
orgasm, the pain she was subjected to tended to interrupt her chances. Now she
was as horny as ever, particularly after being forced to display herself in
public as she had. Everything that this woman did to her made her even more
desperate to please. She had to get satisfaction out of this somehow. Surely
she would be rewarded.
Karen backed the car into the garage and activated the garage door closer before
stepping out. She left the slut behind for the time being. By the smell of
her, she was oozing pussy juice all over her seat again and could use a touch
more frustration before Karen got down to business. Little did the slut know
that what she had experienced so far was only so much monkey business. Soon it
would be time to get serious about this, and Karen looked forward to it.
She dragged the cage out of the trunk and across the floor to the back corner of
the garage. Reaching into the car, she pulled out all of the items the slut had
purchased and placed the bags next to the cage. Then she took her black sports
bag and placed it just inside the door leading to the house. Finally she
ordered the slut out of the car.
Carol had been worried about the cage. Now her worries were confirmed. She had
hoped Miss Karen had a pet dog and simply needed a kennel for it. Now that the
cage was in her garage, she began to believe she would find herself in it at
some point. Carol got out with considerable apprehension. Glad to be home, she
noted a different tone in Miss Karen's voice. It was harder, unforgiving. She
closed the car door and assumed the proper position. Next she was ordered to
strip, except for her heels. Carol quickly pushed the wet, dirty knit shorts
down to her ankles and stepped out of them, then pulled the cutoff t-shirt over
her head, dropping it to the floor.
"Go get the collars and put them on the appropriate locations, slut. Be sure to
tear the tags off them. Use the leather punch to shorten the smaller ones so
that they fit your ankles and wrists tightly. I think the ones you bought for
your knees will be fine. You should not be able to pull them off. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, Mistress.", Carol replied with a sigh.
Karen left the garage and entered the house. She spent the next several minutes
snooping around, opening closets and doors, and generally cataloging anything
that she might need to be aware of. She helped herself ot a couple of snacks
and got a soft drink out of the fridge. Karen then retrieved the VCR from the
den and a small TV from the guest bedroom, carrying them separately to the
garage. The slut had completed her tasks and was standing in position, looking
well fucked and quite wanton in her new collar and cuffs.
"Hands behind your back, slut.", Karen ordered as she retrieved a padlock from
one of the bags. Stepping behind the slut, she snapped the lock shut over the
d-rings in the wrist cuffs. She placed the key on top of the car, where the
slut couldn't get it. Testing to ensure she couldn't slip her hands through the
cuffs and free herself, Karen then got the chain leash and fastened it to the
collar in front. She tugged the slut over against the wall adjoining the house
and turned her to face the side of the car. Pulling the leashe down and between
the slut's legs, she jerked it tightly up and back, embedding it firmly between
the slut's pussy lips and her ass.
Carol hadn't expected the cold chain to be jerked up into her as it was. She
had cried out, more in surprise than in pain. Miss Karen told her to clench her
butt to hold the leash in place while she retrieved a length of clothesline.
Mistress then knotted one end of the clothesline to the handle of the leash and
passed the other through a wall mounted shelf bracket over the Carol's head. She
jerked down on it, nearly lifting Carol off her feet, before tieing the second
knot to hold it securely in place. Carol was now fastened to the wall in a most
unpleasant and humiliating way. She had to keep her legs together to keep the
chain from biting too deeply into her, and she had absolutely no freedom of
movement as her ass was pressed tightly against the wall. She could not lean
back against the wall with her upper back to rest, as it would pull the chain
too deeply into her. All the while, the now-warm chain was pressed tightly
against her hardened and erect clit, creating a mixture of pleasure and pain
that she could neither accept or reject.
Karen stood back to admire her handiwork. The slut looked enticing with her
back arched like that, and her calves flexing and straining on the high heels.
She looked appropriately distressed. Karen then went about setting up the VCR
and TV on the hood of the car, facing the slut. This was going to be fun.
Carol watched Miss Karen work on the equipment, only half caring whether the
hood of the car got scratched. She was getting beyond worrying about things
like that. With the pain she was feeling in her feet, calves, thighs, and lower
back, along with the need she felt between her legs, a scratch on the car was
getting lower and lower on her list of concerns. After all that she had been
through that evening, she just wanted an orgasm and to be able to sleep. If the
torment continued much longer, she didn't know what she would do. Not that she
had many choices. It wasn't as though she could step out of the situation by
shouting out a safe word or something. She realized she kept wavering from
feeling as though she was in this somewhat consensually to knowing it was real
and unalterable. It was probably just a defense mechanism to believe she had
some role in this and that it would all be okay. How could it be? It couldn't
be. It wasn't.
Karen thought the possibility that the slut might want to get noisy was strong
enough to merit gagging her again. After all, they were in the garage and any
yelling could be heard outside. No need to attract attention. She had been
carrying around a nice ball gag in her bag all evening and decided to get it out
and install it before proceeding. The slut felt the need to resist opening her
mouth just long enough for Karen to convince her otherwise by cruelly twisting
one of those delicious nipples. Once it was securely in place, Karen pulled the
video camera out and held it up for the slut to see. She connected it to the
TV and pressed "play". She stepped back to savor the moment.
The slut's eyes bulged as soon as she recognized she was watching the tape of
herself being abused by those terrible black men. She glanced back and forth
between Miss Karen and the TV screen, feeling a sense of hopelessness wash over
her. How did she get the tape? Had she...yes! Miss Karen had arranged the
whole thing...it...she...
"I don't see a rape happening at the moment, do you, slut?", Karen asked.
Carol became truly enraged. Screaming obcenities into the gag, she was beside
herself at the realization that she had been set up. She didn't see a white
woman being raped by eight black men. She saw a willing participant, at least
at the start, willingly making herself available in every way to the nasty men.
She heard their comments all over again. It was so strange to see her from the
perspective of one of the men - the one she happened to be sucking when the
camera was first turned on. It was hopeless. If only she could get loose...
"I think I'll go inside where it's cool and let you finish watching your debut
performance. I was amazed at how you could make a gang rape appear to be
nothing more than an evening getting fucked by the boys.", Karen said as she
strolled into the house. Karen had already viewed the film in it's entirety
while the slut had been in the wholesale store earlier in the evening.
Carol struggled briefly, testing her bonds to see if there was any way to get
loose. She only increased her discomfort and soon proved to herself that any
movement was futile. She was practically suspended by the chain and wondered
what would happen when her already sore feet and quivering legs gave out. She
couldn't avoid watching the video. She saw herself willingly take cocks into
her hands, mouth, pussy, and ass, and heard herself moaning in obvious pleasure
despite the rough treatment she was being given. She was fascinated at the
sight of her throat swelling as that long cock was forced down it, and was
disappointed, or maybe just surprised, that her struggle was not so long or as
intense as she remembered. Toward the end of the film, when she had been taken
anally, she thought a jury of her peers might consider it rape. It was
obviously unpleasant and she did struggle while the dangerous looking younger
man forced his way ever deeper into her. A jury? What was she thinking? Would
she subject herself to having this video seen by anyone if she could help it?
Who would believe she had gotten anything but exactly what she deserved by
putting herself in that position, in that place, in those clothes. How could
she explain that a woman, her neighbor, had blackmailed her into dressing that
way? She couldn't think. There seemed no way out...no way at all. By the time
the video ended she was covered in sweat, both from the heat and the extreme
exertion of trying to avoid suspending herself on the chain.
It was a bit after midnight. It had been a very long day for Karen, and she was
quite happy with the way things were going. She had herself a snack in the
kitchen and decided to pour one last scotch. She sat for a while, sipping it,
giving the slut time to see herself as a porn star and to let things settle in a
bit before proceeding.
Carol was relieved to hear the door open. She couldn't turn her head far enough
to see Miss Karen at first, so kept her eyes straight ahead, staring blankly at
the opposite wall of the garage. Without comment, Miss Karen turned off and
unplugged the video camera, then turned the TV around to face toward the cage.
Carol saw that the car had been scratched on the hood, but could care less. She
just wanted off the damned chain. All of the resistance had gone out of her.
She knew she was in a hopeless situation and only wanted to minimize her
discomfort. She knew the best way to do that was to satisfy Miss Karen, whether
she liked it or not.
Miss Karen was digging through some of the bags they had brought home, and
pulled out the blouse and skirt Carol had purchased at the thrift store. She
threw them onto the floor of the cage. She got one of the padlocks out and
placed it on top of the cage. Then, she started dumping things out of the bags
and stood to look them over.
"You know, slut, you were provided very simple instructions before we left this
evening. Either you think I'm stupid or forgetful, or you are stupid or
forgetful. I lost count of how many rules you broke tonight. You need to be
punished. But, it's late and I'm tired. You need to go teach snotty teenagers
tomorrow and can't be completely dysfunctional. Otherwise I'd likely leave you
here with that chain up your cunt all night. Instead, I am going to be generous
and allow you to choose your punishment." Karen looked toward the slut with a
glare. "Do you understand?"
Carol nodded quickly. Anything to get off the chain. Her legs were about to
give way. She couldn't feel her feet.
"Good.", Karen replied as she turned to stroll toward her suffering victim.
"Three choices; First, we email your poor husband a nice picture of you fucking
and sucking those nice black men you met tonight."
Carol shook her head vigorously. She couldn't do that, no matter what.
"Second, we call your mother and play a nice audio tape of you having sex with
your new black friends."
Carol shook her head again, tears welling up in her eyes. What would the third
choice be?
"Third, you pledge your complete and total obedience to me now and assign to me
power of attorney rights over your affairs."
Carol was dumbstruck. She couldn't consent to either of the first two options.
They weren't options at all. She couldn't sign a power of attorney over,
either. It could me the loss of everything she owned. She already had power of
attorney on the joint holdings she and her husband owned, which was fairly
routine for military couples when one was deployed overseas. Would Miss
Karen...
"Or, I could walk out of here now and let them find your stinking body trussed
up to the wall in a week.", Karen mused.
The slut mumbled unintelligibly into the ball gag, nodding her head.
"Have you made a decision?", Karen asked.
The slut nodded vigorously. She wanted off that chain.
Miss Karen told her to nod when she heard the number of the option she chose,
and she nodded when she heard "three".
Miss Karen left the garage and soon returned with several pages of legal
documents, a clipboard, and a pen. She took the key from the top of the car and
unlocked Carol's cuffs, freeing her hands to write. Carol was sure she would
detach the leash that was biting so cruelling into her flesh between her legs,
but it was not to be. Still gagged and trussed, she held the clipboard in her
left hand and the pen in her right.
"Sign your full name everywhere there is an "x"., Karen ordered.
Miss Karen slowly circled the car as she waited for the stupid bitch to sign her
life away. When all the signatures were in place, Miss Karen took the clipboard
and removed the ball gag. Maddeningly, she began strolling around the car
again.
"I recall something about a pledge?", Karen finally said calmly.
With a voice filled with exhaustion and resignation, she began. "Miss Karen,
ah, this slut...promises to do what you say and to...try to make you happy..."
"Pet! You sound like a teenager caught necking in the basement! This is a bit
more solemn occasion, don't you think? You are pledging your complete essence
to Me now. You are choosing to give yourself over out of love for others - to
protect them from the pain you know your actions would cause them. That's a
noble thing to do. It might be the best thing you've ever done in your entire
life. So, I would like to hear you say that you accept that you belong to me,
are my property, etcetera. Go ahead. Try again."
Tears began flowing freely over Carol's cheeks. Confronted with what was
expected of her while fully aware of the lack of alternatives, she felt herself
sinking further into this nightmare. Now sobbing, she began again. "This
slut...gives herself over for the use and pleasure of her Mistress. With...no
expectation of reward other than what Mistress may choose, and, no..."
Karen chose to complete the sentence for her. She was growing impatient.
"expectation of ever enjoying her freedom again except through devoted service
to Miss Karen?"
Carol looked up at her. Their eyes met. "and no expectation of...ever enjoying
her freedom again except through devoted service to...Miss Karen." Carol
sighed.
"I think maybe you are starting to get it now, slut!" Karen exclaimed as she
approached. "Put your hands behind your back now."
Karen padlocked the slut's wrists together and got the scissors she had used
earlier off the floor of the garage. Cutting the clothesline that held the
chain leash taught, she noted the expression of relief on the slut's face as the
upward tension between her legs was suddenly abated. The chain remained
embedded in place, though, until Karen pulled it down and out of the slut. She
pulled down on the leash, signaling that she wanted the slut to knee before her.
Carol got to her knees with some difficulty. Her feet were killing her. Miss
Karen gently took her head in her hands and cradled it against her flat stomach,
carefully avoiding touching her nasty, matted hair. Soothingly, Miss Karen
spoke, "Repeat after me. I pledge the full application of my mind, body, and
soul to your satisfaction, Mistress."
Carol repeated the words, if haltingly.
"That is your new pledge, pet. You'll remember it, and each time that you repeat
it, you will kiss my feet as proof of your desire to please me."
Carol nodded slowly. Without instructions she carefully slid her knees backward
on the concrete floor to allow enough space to bend down to kiss her Mistress'
shoes. Her lips touched the tip of each foot in a gentle kiss. Mistress Karen
tugged lightly on the leash, signaling for Carol to rise up to a standing
position.
When their eyes met again, Karen saw, for the first time, that look she knew
signaled the end of the first phase of the process. She smiled and nodded
toward the cage. "You'll be sleeping in your cage tonight, pet. When I am sure
that you can be trusted, you'll be rewarded with better accomodations." Karen
led her slowly across the garage to the cage. She bent to open the door,
saying, "I want you to back your way into it so that you can watch a little TV
before falling asleep."
Carol couldn't believe that she was actually looking at the animal cage with a
sense of relief. The floor was bare metal except for the skirt and blouse
mistress had tossed into it earlier. She simply didn't care. She was
exhausted, filthy, humiliated, sore, and emotionally spent. To be able to
simply lie down and rest was highly appealing to her just then, whether it took
place in a dog cage or a king size bed, she didn't care. She was greatly
relieved and filled with gratitude when Mistress Karen ordered her to kneel,
then removed the high heeled sandals and quickly massaged her aching feet.
Karen helped the slut back her way into the cage, then closed and padlocked the
door. The cage was roomy enough for her to turn over on her side, but she would
essentially be fixed in a fetal position for the night. She popped one of the
interracial porno tapes into the VCR and pressed "play".
"I'm through with you for the evening, slut. I'll be doing some organizing for
a while and I don't expect to hear a peep out of you. I do expect to see you
watching movies until you fall asleep. Do you understand?", Karen asked.
"Yes, Mistress.", Carol answered just before yawning.
"I'll get you up in plenty of time to get ready for work tomorrow." With that,
Karen picked up several of the shopping bags from earlier in the evening before
entering the house. She left the lights on in the garage intentionallly. The
slut had five hours to sleep.
