Chapter XI. Megan
Karen made her way at a leisurely pace down Interstate 95 to I-4 and the Florida
Turnpike. She didn't particularly enjoy driving, but her Jaguar tended to make
it a pleasurable experience. After about three hours, she found the appropriate
exit and made her way to the Cool Harbor Motel. It was a dump with a rusty sign
and cracked plate glass in the lobby windows.
Armed with the image of Megan's driver's license photograph in her mind, she
parked the car in the motel lot and strolled to the pool area. She preferred to
have a look at Megan before approaching her. It was always best to have the
first opportunity to size someone up. With a broken down car, there wouln't be
too many places she could hang out. Not at the Cool Harbor, anyway. It would
be the room or the pool. She wouldn't be expecting anyone other than her
sister, but it wouldn't be in the slut's character to drive to Kissemmee without
calling first.
There were only stray cats poolside. Karen looked at her watch. School would
have been out about a half hour ago, so she might still be in the room waiting
for a call from her big sister. Karen stretched a bit and took a few seconds to
align her thoughts before searching out Megan's room.
Megan heard light knocking on the door, just as she was finishing her third
joint of the day. It couldn't be her sister. She wouldn't have come without
calling to get highly detailed directions. Megan had been dreading the call
because she knew she couldn't give Carol minute directions. She hadn't been
able to find a motel room in Orlando and had kept moving until she happened upon
the Cool Harbor. She had no idea how she had gotten there. She had left the
bathroom exhaust fan on, but tried fanning some of the smoke toward it with a
damp pillow after throwing the roach in the toilet and flushing it.
Looking through the door viewer, she saw a pretty older woman with long blonde
hair and bright blue eyes. What was up with that? Brushing her hair back over
her shoulders and straightening her tank top, she inhaled deeply and pulled the
door open a crack. "Megan?", the lady asked pleasantly.
"Uh. Yeah?", Megan replied, sounding more wasted than she intended to.
"Hi! I'm glad I found you! I'm Karen, Carol's new neighbor?"
"Oh...uh. Yeah. Okay." Megan pulled the door open wider. "C'mon in." She
gestured halfheartedly toward the interior of the room.
Karen managed to keep her facial expression fixed as she stepped into the room
and was hit by a wall of marijuana smoke. Little sister was no goody-two shoes,
was she?
"Are you okay? Carol said something about your car being broken down?"
The lady...what was her name? She looked good. She was nice. "Uh. Yeah. I'm
okay. It just...won't start. It's dead.", Megan answered sullenly.
Dead. Like your brain cells, Karen thought. The room was nasty, but Megan
appeared natural in it. She was not out of place. It was a room made for
eighteen year old girls with too many rings in their ears to count, a tongue
stud, nice floral tatoos on each arm, and a penchant for smoking too much pot.
She was attractive, though. In a pseudo butch lesbian kind of way. Her hair
was short, dyed as black as boot polish (which Karen much preferred to blue or
purple) and highlighted with a bit of glitter that hadn't washed out from a long
night of fruitless cruising for a sugar mama. Karen could see that in a family
setting Megan would stand out as the one who was adopted. She bore no
resemblance to Carol or her mother, whose picture Karen had seen in the dossier.
She was certainly not talkative. At least not yet.
"Well, I'm sure we can figure something out. Carol had an...engagement and
couldn't make it. So...I decided to come down and see what I could do for
you.", Karen smiled sincerely. She knew it looked that way, at least. "You're
lucky she called home to check her messages today.", Karen added.
"Uh. My car won't start, so...ah...", Megan mumbled. She was feeling a bit
intimidated. She knew the lady had smelled the pot. She didn't really care,
but it was like...out there.
"How about this,", Karen offered. "let me call a tow truck and get it to a
garage. Then, we'll go to dinner somewhere and figure out the rest." She
smiled pleasantly, ensuring there was no possible reason for Megan to object.
"Oh. I, ah...the problem is, ah...I don't have any money. Not much, anyway.
Not enough...so...", Megan's voice trailed off as though she had lost her train
of thought.
"No problem!", Karen exclaimed, trying to inject some enthusiasm into the
depressing room. "I have Carol's credit card!".
Megan liked the way the lady's lips moved. She thought for a few seconds. That
was odd. If this was the neighbor Carol had gone to meet the night before, why
would she have trusted her with her credit card? "Uh. Are you the neighbor
Carol was, Carol visited last night?", she asked foggily.
Karen knew then how badly her support team had failed. Not only was there a
surprise little sister that someone had forgotten to tell him about, but she had
been in the subject's house the day of Karen's first planned contact.
Karen understood the underlying reason for the question. This ones mind worked
slowly. "Yes! We had a great time last night! She feels really bad that she
couldn't be here for you. So, I've got her card to pay for whatever needs
done."
"That's a switch.", Megan whispered as she turned toward the door.
"What do you mean?", Karen asked.
"Um, I expected her to tell me to fend for myself. Then I'd have to call my mom
and get a lecture, and she would call Carol, and Carol would...whatever. It
doesn't matter." She shrugged.
Karen smiled warmly, tilting her head in kind understanding. The rift she
thought she could use had just leapt into her arms. She followed Megan out the
door and onto the second floor walkway. There was a nice breeze. "I know she's
a real slut, but she didn't come across as such a bitch.", Karen mentioned
casually.
Megan was surprised, both by the statement and by the fact that the lady had
said it. Maybe she was cool. Maybe she wasn't some kind of boring...sister's
friend. Carol? A slut? She pointed across the lot to a small red Cavalier.
"That's it, right there."
Karen pulled out her cellphone, then went back into the room to check the yellow
pages for a towing service. She watched Megan through the dingy room window
while she made the call. The comment was sinking in. Karen would be ready when
the questions came. She could tell she had managed to put something in Megan's
mind that could sit right on top of her car trouble for a while.
The lady was confused. Carol was a boring prude bitch. It was almost funny to
hear somebody call Carol a slut. If she was a slut, I'm a...movie star, Megan
thought.
The tow truck took more than thirty minutes to arrive. By then Megan was
starving. They had managed to pass the time with idle chatter about the
weather, Megan's trip, and other seemingly inane subjects that helped Karen to
gain a better understanding of how Megan's mind worked. She wasn't impressed,
but had noted that Megan was brightening a bit as they got to know each other
better. Of course, everything Karen told her was a complete fabrication. But,
it was a well remembered set of lies that would have been referred to as "cover"
if she were in operations and if she were on an operation.
The driver made an imprint of the slut's card before taking Megan's car away.
He had told them both that he was sure whatever was wrong with it couldn't be
fixed for a couple of days due to a backlog of tourists with similarly disabled
vehicles at the garage. Megan seemed to take the news in stride, although she
didn't have the money to stay around for that long without some help. She was
happy to go to dinner with the lady, especially since it was free. She was
really surprised when she discovered she was driving a new Jag. Megan had never
been in anything like it, and it felt great. The lady was being very nice to
her, although she did make Megan wipe off her shoes and checked her over for
dirt before allowing her into the car.
Karen took the girl to the best restaurant she could find on short notice. Not
that the tart deserved to live the high life, but Karen did. They made an odd
couple, but the more Karen was around Megan, the more she found to appreciate.
With some cleaning up, a better wardrobe, and a haircut, Megan could be really
cute. In the restaurant Karen ordered for Megan, without asking what she wanted
to eat. She told her she was cute. The girl blushed. She wasn't accustomed
to compliments. She had probably been put down all her life. When Karen patted
her on her thigh, she blushed again.
It was weird to be eating in such a nice restaurant in a tank top and pair of
jean shorts. What's her name was dressed casually, too, but she seemed to fit
in so much better. It was the story of Megan's life - never fitting in. She
didn't know what to do or how to act. Having her food ordered for her made her
feel like a child. She didn't appreciate it much, but what could she say? Free
food was free food. The lady was pretty. The more Megan looked at her, the
more she was attracted to her. She was really smart, too. That comment about
Carol being a slut was still gnawing at Megan, though. She finally felt
comfortable enough to ask.
"Um, what was that you were saying about...ah...Carol being, like, a slut?"
"You shouldn't speak with your mouth full, Megan.", Karen replied impatiently.
She could see the girl bristle. Those who hate authority are great fun to
break, Karen thought. "Before we talk about Carol, tell me when you first
realized you were lesbian?" Karen gazed into Megan's eyes, making sure she
understood the seriousness of the question.
Megan hadn't recovered from being told not to talk while she was eating.
Besides, she was confused. This was a strange turn. "Um...none of your
business.", she answered quietly. She was proud to have stood up to the lady.
"Okay.", Karen said. "Fair enough. I could tell you were the second I saw
you." She reached over and took Megan's hand. "You certainly are an attractive
young lady."
Megan allowed the lady to hold her hand for a few seconds. At least until she
started rubbing it. She hadn't thought of herself with...was it Karen? This
kind of come-on wasn't something she was used to. She wasn't sure how to react.
She slowly pulled her hand away. Hadn't she been hoping for a moment like this
since she was...thirteen? She was pretty...but...well, old!
Karen had worked out her options well in advance. She assumed the girl was just
taking a short trip from Carol's home and that had been confirmed. So, the
prospect of having her return to potentially discover what Karen had been doing
to her adoptive sister created the need for management. Karen then knew she had
two options. She could either take the girl as well, or she could somehow
manipulate the girl's assistance in a way that would ensure her security. When
people disappear, it is not a good thing for one to have been closely associated
with them anytime prior to the disappearance. Karen had already concluded the
second option was much too risky. The first option involved more risk than she
was normally willing to assume, mainly because the potential disappearance of
sisters would create a sensation that would attract so much attention that she
would most likely be compromised.
So, she had decided to take the little sister as well. In the short term it was
manageable, and the slut could be used to minimize concern on the part of the
mother or other relatives. Karen would have time to enjoy herself while
planning how to cover her tracks without having to constantly worry about
whether Megan would be a reliable ally. Having formed the conclusion, Karen
found herself highly excited. She hadn't taken two simultaneously before, let
alone two sisters. The possibilities were diabolical. And this one, well, she
hated authority. That was always a pleasant first ingredient.
Karen could pick up the car in a few days or a week. Nobody in Kissemee would
remember Megan. It would most likely be a few months before Karen's break was
over and she would have to make any final determinations anyway. Mmmm. Two
sluts. Two. What fun!
Karen leaned toward the girl as though she were going to tell her a secret. She
rested her hand on Megan's knee. "I think you should come home with me. You
can hang out by the pool for a few days. I'll tell Carol that you're fine and
that you decided to stay somewhere down here until your car is fixed. If you
want to make some money, you could do some work around the house and I'll pay
you. How does that sound?"
It wasn't like Megan had a thousand choices. One of her problems in life was
that she never seeme to have more than one choice. This was yet another
example. It didn't sound that bad, but she hated the thought of being dependent
on this...Karen...for a few days. "Okay.", she shrugged.
Karen wasted no further time in the restaurant. As soon as they finished their
entrees she paid with the slut's credit card, carefully and accurately forging
her signature on the receipt. They returned to the motel and gathered up
Megan's things, packing them in the trunk of the Jag before heading back
upstate.
Karen used the time to learn more about the slut and her adopted sister. Their
relationship had never been good. Karen concluded they were deeply jealous of
each other. She discovered that the slut's marriage wasn't at all healthy, and
that the slut had been considering a trial separation when her husband returned
from a military deployment sometime in September.
Megan decided not to pursue the comment about Carol's being a slut. She really
didn't care to talk that much, and the lady seemed to be interrogating her
during the entire drive, although it was a well paced and seemingly innocent
interrogation. Her buzz wore off much too quickly, and she wished she could
fire up another fattie. As usual, she quickly became bored. They stopped once
to refuel, and Megan didn't mind pumping the gas and going inside to pay while
Karen sat in the car.
When they were again on the interstate, with about forty minutes drive left,
Karen decided to test the little lesbian to see what she was made of. "Megan,
maybe this isn't such a good idea. Maybe I should just let you hitch a ride
back to Kissemmee and fend for yourself."
Megan woke up quickly from whatever the daydream of the moment was. "Uh. Like,
why?", she asked.
"Why? Well, because I seem to have gotten myself into a situation where I think
I'm doing some really nice things for a complete stranger who doesn't appear to
appreciate it." Karen glanced at the girl, guaging her reaction.
"Wh...what do you mean?"
"Why would I do this for you, if you're just going to sulk and act like you're
put out? I could have found easier ways to be miserable. Are you going to make
me miserable?"
Megan knew she was right, but wasn't going to admit it. "No. I haven't done
anything to you.", she replied.
"Oh? Six hours driving? Dinner? And you are...who? My neighbor's sister?"
There was a long pause before Megan spoke.
"I don't know what you mean, uh, Karen. Like, what do you want?"
Karen noted just a touch of nervousness in her voice. "Well, to start with, I'd
like the rest of the drive to be a bit more...interesting.", Karen said softly.
"Okayyyy. But, like, I don't know any jokes?"
Karen half expected her to say, "Hellooo!" after each sentence. She was dealing
with a child in a young woman's body. She hated to react to that kind of
attitude, so she didn't. She simply put her right turn signal on and started
slowing down.
She wouldn't put me out, Megan thought. She wouldn't! Would she? She would.
They were on the berm. They were stopped. Megan froze.
Karen put the car in park then turned fully toward Megan. The little trollop
was frightened. What a shame. Being put out on I-95 was not proving to be
attractive to her. "I can tell you now what I want, Megan. In exchange for all
this time, effort, and expense that I'm putting in for you, I want you to be my
personal little lesbian whore for a few days, starting now. Either that, or get
out now." For effect, Karen reached over Megan and pushed the door open.
Megan knew what she wanted. It was just so...weird. "Okay.", she blurted out.
Karen didn't move or speak, she simply continued to glare at the girl. Okay
wasn't an answer. Megan glanced at her. There was fear in her eyes.
"Okay!" Megan repeated. "What do you want me to do?"
This one was tougher than big sister, Karen thought. Though fearful and
stressed out, the young tart was managing to keep her emotions under control, at
least outwardly. Karen reached up, placing her hand at the back of Megan's neck
and pulled her close. Karen pressed her lips to Megans, slipping her tongue
lightly between the girl's parting lips and gliding it across her teeth. Megan
sighed heavily, as though all the air had gone out of her bravado balloon. She
parted her teeth, allowing Karen's roaming tongue full access. Her own hot
little tongue ventured shyly forward. Karen pulled her in tighter, pushing
deeper with her tongue, feeling the heat rising quickly. She slid her left hand
smoothly up under Megan's tank top to cup her right breast. Megan sighed again,
seeming to melt back into the car seat. Karen slowly rolled the nipple between
her thumb and middle finger, applying moderate pressure as she felt it harden.
The girl was responding nicely, just as Karen had expected.
Megan's body had reacted in ways she had never experienced before. She was
being taken, and was freely giving, all of herself to this...pretty woman with a
Jaguar...on the side of the interstate. She swooned at the perfectly
orchestrated ministrations she was subjected to at the hand of the...lady. She
was...in...heaven.
Karen slowly, languidly ended the kiss and withdrew slightly to look into
Megan's eyes. Sexily, she whispered, "Did you like that?"
"Mmmmmm.", Megan nodded.
Karen sat back a bit further so that she could lift the front of the girl's tank
top up for a look at her breasts. Megan accomodated the effort by sitting up
slightly. She was nervous, though, looking out at passing traffic to see if
they could be noticed. They were pretty little breasts...perfect for a young,
horny lesbian. Karen leaned forward, slowly enveloping Megan's right nipple
with her lips, drawing it in between her teeth and gently teasing it with her
darting tongue. Megan leaned back, her legs spreading slightly. Karen moved
back to the left nipple, giving it a soft kiss and a quick, teasing bite. She
kissed Megan again softly on the lips, then her neck, then whispered into her
ear, "Let's go home now, okay?"
Megan nodded slowly...she was high on...lust. "Okayyyy.", she quietly answered.
Inside the hood...
For Carol, time had become something more abstract than she had ever known it to
be. Bound lewdly to her own coffee table, stuffed in all of her holes and
rendered blind, deaf and mute by Miss Karen's discipline hood, she had been in a
number of different places physically and mentally over the past several hours.
For quite some time she simply reacted to the pain of the whipping of her
thighs, either by fearing more of it or wishing the burning that had been
inflicted would stop. Eventually it did, freeing her to dwell on what was going
on...where Miss Karen was...and why she was simply being ignored. The plug,
dildo, and penis gag were serving their respective purposes, making her feel
both degraded, stuffed, and well used while also titillating her without relief.
She hadn't been fond of the method that was used to insert them, but now that
she was accustomed to it...she wasn't so distressed. Her knees hurt, as did her
shoulders. All she could hear was her own breathing and heartbeat. It took a
long time before she calmed down to normal rhythyms. All the while, in the back
of her mind, she still hoped Miss Karen would choose to use her. Breathing her
essence kept Carol constantly mindful of...Mistress. She reviewed all of the
circumstances of the day and the evening before and concluded that her darkest,
most secret fantasies were coming through at a time and in a way that she could
not have ever dreamed of. Did she want out? No. Did she want more? Yes.
She tried rotating her hips to draw Miss Karen's attention. Maybe she could
entice her to...maybe...
After more than six hours Carol finally dozed off to dreams that intertwined
with a new reality.
