Chapter XII An Evening at Karen's
By the time Karen pulled into her garage it was 9:30 p.m. Since their little
necking session on the side of the highway, Megan's attitude had changed. She
seemed excited, like a schoolgirl on her birthday. Karen kept a hand on the
girl's knee for most of the last twenty miles, occasionally allowing it to stray
up along her inner thigh.
Megan noticed her sister's car was still in the driveway next door as they
pulled in. She was nervous that she would be seen with Karen. She felt
inordinately guilty for some reason. She was an adult and could decide for
herself what she wanted to do and when. She didn't need to get permission from
anybody for anything anymore. If Karen wanted to let her hang out for a while
at her house...well then...who cared? Besides, Megan had been hoping to meet
someone in Florida. It had been the main reason for the trip. She had known
she couldn't get lucky staying with her sister. She also knew she couldn't stay
with her sister for more than a few days before they'd have an argument and she
would have to leave. Megan needed to find a way to start a life for herself,
and had no clue as to how to go about doing it. Her plan had been only to try
to meet an older woman who would...take her...under...her...wing. Duh. She had
spent much of the previous evening drinkng up what little money she had in the
hope of meeting a nice girl, or woman. The night had ended in frustration...but
now...this...Karen...had taken an interest in her. She hadn't ever, in her
life, felt so horny. It was exactly how she hope it would be...so far. If she
thought she was a lesbian before. Well, she knew it now. She knew it from the
second Karen's tongue had slipped between her lips. She hadn't ever been
wetter. Her nipples had never been so hard. But, she was nervous. It felt
like being on your first date, she thought. She wasn't sure how to act or what
to do. She only knew that she wanted whatever happened.
Karen shut the car off and climbed out, so Megan got out, too. She followed the
woman through the door into the house as the garage door closed on the fading
light of a day that had taken a turn for the better. The house was beautiful,
like out of a magazine. She looked around in wonder. "Wow", she said, then
felt embarrassed. She might as well have admitted out loud that she was nothing
more than a street urchin.
"Like it?", Karen asked, smiling.
Megan nodded, wide-eyed.
"Why don't you go on out to the pool. I'll get us a couple of drinks. Rum and
coke?"
Megan was really thirsty. She was underage back home. It was cool that Karen
would make her a drink. "Sure.Okay.", Megan answered as she strolled lightly
down the center hall toward the back. The house was awesome. She was going to
love it here. Every room was perfect. She made her way to the back yard and
found a pair of cushioned lounge chairs next to the pool. She stretched, then
sat down, kicking her shoes off.
Karen mixed the drinks in extra large glasses to ensure Megan got more than
enough alcohol along with the crushed Rohypnol she had sprinkled in one of them.
She took that one out to Megan, smiling pleasantly. "I need to check my
messages and freshen up a bit." She leaned down, kissing Megan gently. "Be
okay til I get back?"
"Mmmmyesss.", Megan cooed.
The drug would begin to have an effect in about thirty minutes, so Karen took
her time unloading the Jag, using the bathroom, and sipping on her own rum and
coke. She would need to get over to secure the slut for the night. Leaving her
plugged and bound to the table for too long might loosen those holes more than
they needed to be. She needed to get accustomed to sleeping in the cage, too.
Karen hadn't completely planned out what fun she would be having tomorrow, but
there was plenty of time for that. For now, she had two sisters under her
control and neither knew about the other. What kind of mischief could Karen get
herself into? She smiled, feeling her nipples tingle at the possibilities.
Megan was feeling just a little foggy by the time she finished the drink. It
was a nice kind of foggy...warm and loose. She giggled a bit, still excited at
the evening's possibilities. She felt less nervous and knew the rum, or
whatever, was loosening her up quite a bit. It was nearly dark now, but the
pool lights came on and soon after she turned to see Karen walking toward her,
naked.
She was beautiful now that she was out of those...lame clothes. Her breasts
were full and firm. They would make any woman jealous, Megan thought. She was
in great shape for her age, which Megan guessed to be around thirty five or so.
There was a faint bikini line, but it didn't seem like she had been in the sun
much this year. Megan started to sit up, but found it more difficult than it
should have been. She was a bit alarmed at how fucked up she seemed to be.
"Feeling okay, sweetie?", Karen asked in a soft, sensuous voice. She bent down
to kiss Megan. The girl reached up to touch her dangling breasts, and Karen
forced her tongue deeply between the girls parting teeth as she moaned loudlly.
The kiss went on for well over a minute, leaving them both breathless and wet.
It was obvious to Karen that Megan was being influenced by the so called "date
rape" drug she had secretly slipped her. Her inhibitions were practically gone
and her eyes seemed to be gettng glassy. "Let's get you out of those old rags,
Megan.", Karen suggested. The girll nodded, her head lolling slightly to one
side.
Karen helped her sit up just enough to tug the tank top up over her head. It
felt good to Megan to get it off. It was a warm evening made warmer by her
desire. Shucking her clothes was a relief. She raised her hips to help Karen
tug off her jean shorts and panties and finally her socks. Karen was again
gently sucking on her nipples, causing her to purr like a content housecat. She
put her feet down on either side of the lounge chair, spreading her legs wider
to ensure Karen had no worries that she wasn't ready for this. She was
ready...soooo ready. She closed her eyes as Karen began rubbing her inner
thigh, then massaging her across her lower stomach and finally reaching her
mound. Megan inhaled sharply as the unmitigated pleasure of feeling her pussy
lips being parted by another woman spread up and over her body. She arched her
back, raising her knees slightly...wanting more...more. Her neck was being
kissed now, a finger pressed firmly down, gliding up and back along her sex. A
hot tongue tickled her ear, raising goosbumps across her back and chest. She
moaned now, the finger beginning to reach her hard little clit and to linger
over it with each trip up and down her hot pussy. "Ohhhhhhh."
"Mmmmmmmm.", Karen answered, whispering into her ear. "Feeling good, little
one?"
"Ahhhhhhmmmmyessss.", Megan sighed.
Karen sat back slowly, gazing into the girl's bleary eyes. She brought her left
hand to her lips. They glistened in the soft light of the pool. She passed
them under her nose as she delicately took in the young girl's sweet scent.
Impressed, she touched a finger to her tongue. "Ohhhhhhhh. You are sweeeeet,
girl." She took her index finger between her lips and sucked the girl's thick
nectar from it as Megan watched, entranced.
Karen hadn't tasted a sweeter, more luscious pussy. It was amazing, she
thought. To find such a treasure by accident. To think it likely would have
ended up in a trailer park somewhere...
Megan was content letting things progress without much effort on her part...she
was wasted but still very much aware of what was happening to her. She was
loving every second of it...and it made her feel so...special to see an
experienced, older woman getting so much pleasure from tasting her. Karen had
moved between Megan's legs now, and was straddling the end of the lounge chair,
facing her. She grasped Megan from beneath either leg and tugged her entire
body downward toward her. Then, reaching further under and up over her stomach,
she lifted Megan's lower body straight up until she felt her ass pressing
against Karen's breasts. She was nearly inverted, with her shoulders and head
resting on the cushion.
Karen judged the girl to be no more than 100 pounds, which was going to be
convenient. She paused momentarily to allow herself a good, close look at the
sweet young cunt. It was small and well formed, with bright pink inner lips and
a well concealed little clit. The girl had kept herself trimmed nicely,
probably for just this sort of an occasion. Karen knew it was her first
time...that was obvious. She pushed her tongue fully out of her mouth and
lowered her head toward the object of her lust and began lapping hungrily at it,
like a thirsty hound after a hunt. The girl's body quivered and stiffened at
the new pleasures it was receiving. The pussy released more of it's sweet stuff
as Karen licked deeply along the cleft, twirling her tongue over the flesh
around the little clit. Each time she touched it, Megan's body jerked in
reaction. Karen moved her hands under the small of the girl's back and lifted a
bit further, presenting her snack at a better angle. She nipped at the soft
inner thighs, teasing a bit before resuming her ceasless, well paced licking.
When she felt the time to be just right, she plunged her tongue deeply into
Megan's pulsating hole and swirled it around it's outside walls before quickly
withdrawing and moving up to trap the little clit. She sucked the flesh around
it deeply into her mouth, nipping with her teeth until she caught the little bud
between them.
Megan bucked wildy, calling out, "OhhhhhhhGodohgodohhhgod!!!" as she forced her
body upward, pushing her cunt more firmly into Karen's face as she felt herself
begin to shudder and quake as the orgasm built still higher until...until...she
screamed, "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhooooooohhhhhhgodfuckmeohhhhhhhhhshitohhhhh!"
Karen brought the girl down easily. She couldn't afford to keep the
neighborhood dogs barking. Under different circumstances she might have
delivered three or four such orgasms in the next few minutes. But, she had
gotten the pleasure she wanted out of causing the girl to cum, and had wanted
that memory to serve as a benchmark for the girl over the next few days. If she
could be kept in a state of constant desire for more of that, things would go
much easier.
By the time Megan had calmed to the point of anything resembling a normal
breathing pattern, the drug had rendered her almost incoherent. Karen had been
speaking to her softly to gauge her progress into foggyland and now looked down
at a naked, limp, and helpless young girl. Karen licked her lips to savor the
taste of the girl one more time before reluctantly getting up to make her
preparations.
She would have to call the moving company tomorrow to bring over all of
her...furniture and...equipment now that Megan had presented herself. For now,
though, she would need to get the girl converted for her long and deep journey
into servitude. Poor thing.
There was no need to hurry, so Karen went about her preparations at a leisurely
pace. There was also no reason to dress, so she remained naked. Most of what
she needed was in her portable kit, a locked steel toolbox that looked innocent
enough but for it's size. It contained three small drawers in the front and a
nice large tray that fit inside the top, along with a substantial storage area
inside. She did need to run an extension cord from the outlet at the back of
the house to beside where Megan lolled. She snapped her fingers, remembering to
get a plastic trash bag from the kitchen. When all was ready, she lowered the
back of the lounge chair so that Megan was laying flat rather than in a
reclining position.
First she removed all of the earrings as well as the three rings the girl wore
on her fingers. She took a small baggie from the toolbox and placed them inside
it for disposal later. Removing a few cable ties, she secured Megan's wrists to
the lounge chair on either side. The girl was limp enough, but she wasn't
totally out of it. No need to give her a chance to get lively. She plugged the
electric clippers into the extension cord, then lifted Megan's head slightly so
she could slip the garbage bag in behind it. Taking the clippers, she quickly
and efficiently shaved off all of the girl's black, glitter-infested hair,
making sure it all fell neatly into the bag. Once it was all cut down to a
barely visible stubble, she used the clippers to remove Megan's nicely trimmed
pubic hair.
Megan looked up through bleary eyes, fully understanding what was happening but
feeling completely helpless to do anything about it. She was disoriented, hot,
and feeling a buzz unlike any other in her life. The sound of the clippers and
the knowledge that her hair was being shorn caused her to feel some sense of
alarm, but she was experiencing so many other things that it was just a part of
the swirl. That...lady was...that nice lady who...
Karen enjoyed herself thoroughly. It reminded her of the strange sense of power
she had experienced as a girl, playing with Barbie dolls. Did she know then
that she would someday use real humans to occupy her time? She thought that she
probably did. It wasn't long for her to make the transition from dolls to the
neighborhood girls. She had such fun back then, but nothing like this.
She spread a small quantity of shaving gel over Megan's sweet pussy and removed
what the clippers had missed. On a whim, she decided to shave off her eyebrows
as well. She could shape them as she wished as they grew back, and in the
meantime their lack of presence on Megan's face would only serve to help the
process of deconstructing the girl.
Snapping on a pair of surgical gloves, Karen decided to do the nose first.
Pulling out her piercing kit, she chose a heavier guage needle than the local
parlor would ever use. She set it on the girl's flat stomach as she carefully
dabbed Megan's septum with first hydrogen peroxide, then alcohol. She clamped
forceps just above and below the area she wanted to pierce to isolate it, then
quickly forced the needle through. She had chosen the location well, she noted,
as there was little bleeding. Megan had squeeked at about the volume of a real
mouse, but lacked the strength or awareness to do anything more. Piercing is so
much less trouble when they aren't flailing all around, Karen thought. She
found one of the nine heavy gold rings she was going to permanently emplace in
the young girl. She released the forceps and pushed the gap in the ring over
the small section of flesh separating the nostrils. Then, as she pulled the
needle slowly out to the left, she rotated the ring into the hole it left until
the ring was fully installed and the gap was at the bottom. Pulling out her
ring clamps, which were little more than a smaller version of the same tool used
to clamp rings in the snouts of hogs, she squeezed the ring together until it's
matched ends snapped inextricably in place. She rotated the seamed portion of
the ring until it was not visible in Megan's nose. The area was dabbed with
hydrogen peroxide and left to dry as she enlarged the piercings in either
earlobe and emplaced rings there.
Since the tongue was thicker, she used a circular piercing needle of the same
guage as the straight one. She pried open Megan's mouth and got hold of the tip
of her cute little pink tongue with a pair of forceps. It was a bit awkward for
her to get the thing adequately clamped because it didn't seem long enough, at
first, to allow her to get it far enough out. She pierced the very tip of the
tongue and installed a ring there, mounted vertically. She left Megan's trendy
tongue stud in place as it was out of the way and inconsequential.
Karen took great care in ensuring each nipple was done perfectly. They would be
noticed the most. The rings looked larger than they actually were in the girl's
small nipples. Karen was quite happy with the look as the guage of the rings
distended the nipples just a bit, making them more enticing, she thought.
She installed the seventh ring just above the girl's navel in a vertical
position, then placed one on either side of her sweet little pussy, through the
outer lips. Karen more carefully explored the small, well hidden clit she had
become such á fan of. There wasn't enough of it to pierce, let alone get a firm
grip on with the forceps. If she was going to do anything there, it would have
to be a piercing of the loose flesh above the clit with a nice, golden hook
dangling down to tease and torment the thing. That might be a consideration for
later. For now, Karen looked over her freshly pierced acquisition with
satisfaction. If not for the floral tattoos on the shoulders, the girl's skin
was almost perfect. There were no blemishes or birthmarks...nothing other than
the smooth, taught skin of little Megan.
All that was left for Karen to do was to install the foot trainers on Megan's
legs and feet, then to secure her for the night. She got them out of her box
and lifted each foot in turn, to place them in the devices. They looked
remotely like some sort of medical leg brace, but their purpose was to cause the
foot to arch at an extreme angle. This would eventually aid in the long-term
wearing of extremely high heels and ballet boots. Karen tightened each just
above Megan's ankles. They prevented the ankles from being turned to the side
as the forward portion of the foot was pulled tightly downward as though the
objective was to have the toes and heel rest on the same surface while the
middle of the foot assumed a pleasing arch. It could be quite painful, Karen
knew. But...in the state Megan was in, she was doing her a favor by giving her
a head start when her tendons and muscles were as loose and uncaring as they
were going to be for quite some time.
Karen repacked her toolbox and carried the bag of hair and Megan's old jewelry
back into the house. She returned with an old blanket and a pair of scissors.
Cutting the cable ties loose from Megan's wrists, she lifted the girl down onto
the blanket so that she could drag her across the lawn to the house. She then
was able to grasp her under her arms from behind and maneuver her into the
house. She laid her on her side in the hallway just outside her bedroom and
hog-tied her, then blindfolded and gagged her with a pair of blue bandannas.
As a reward to herself for all of that effort, she dipped her fingers into the
still-wet honeypot of Megan's sweet pussy for a taste of her fine juices. Karen
giggled quietly, thinking of Pooh and his love of honey.
She needed to cum, and the slut was waiting to provide just that service. Karen
got one of her favorite toys, pulled on a bathrobe, retrieved the slut's house
keys, and proceeded next door to have her fun before bed time.
After more than eight hours left bound and stuffed on her own coffee table, it
came as a considerable surprise to Carol when her head was suddenly pulled up by
her hair. Miss Karen was back! She had no idea how long she had been waiting,
but a small, insecure part of her had been wondering if something bad might have
happened. She had replayed all of the events over the past evening and day, and
had taken a different perspective in terms of understanding why she was so
severely punished. She had been breaking rules by the dozen without really
being aware of it. But, Miss Karen knew, and she had no obligation, or at least
felt no obligation, to explain her reasoning. Carol finally understood and
accepted the need for the whipping she had sustained. She had caused it through
her failure to adequately follow her simple instructions. She had been given
the gift of time to ponder it all and to come to a proper understanding.
Carol could feel through the leather hood that Miss Karen seemed to be putting
something more on her head. It had been pulled down over the top and been
adjusted. It was causing downward pressure on the penis gag in her mouth and
was tight around the back of her neck. It was odd...there was something there,
but what? She realized she couldn't draw air through the penis gag any longer
and would have to rely on her nose alone. Suddenly she felt Miss Karen cruelly
twisting and pinching her nipples. She was grateful for the change from
nothingness to at least some attention. She felt them hardening in just the way
she knew Miss Karen liked them...fully erect and longer than anything close to
normal. Carol moaned softly into the gag, the first sound she had heard other
than her breathing and heartbeat in hours. She tried stretching what little bit
that she could in her tight bonds. Her joints were sore and she wondered if
they'd ever straighten again. She hoped she'd be freed from the table, and
soon. She had needed to pee for what seemed like a very long time.
Karen had dropped her robe on an easy chair and climbed up on the table to
straddle the slut's upper torso. It was an erotic sight that she looked down
upon as she casually dragged a finger over her sex. She had felt like a good
fucking all night for some reason. The slut's head provided the perfect
platform for her favorite strap-on - an eight inch affair in black rubber. The
wicked thing stood proudly over the slut's mouth, just waiting for a horny
Mistress to use it. Karen bent down to pull up on the slut's nicely erect
nipples, then got a firm grip on them with either hand before lowering herself
down onto her special friend. The fellow always needed to be a bit patient
with her, as she didn't own one of those nasty, stretched out whore pussies like
the slut. But, once inside of her fully, no dildo in the world was enjoyed
more. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she savored the first moment of
full penetration.
Karen knew and appreciated the fact that she was cutting off the slut's air
supply. She was sitting on the poor thing's nose, after all. It was okay,
though, she would begin bucking soon enough. Karen waited patiently, twisting
those nipples around and around until the body beneath her started to react.
She raised herself up a few inches to permit the slut a quick supply of air
before sitting again, content to twist and pinch a while longer. The body
bucked more insistently this time, and she rose, then dropped. It bucked, and
she rose, and dropped.
Carol was in a state of utter panic. She had no real idea what was happening,
but had thought Miss Karen was above her. It almost seemed as though...if
she...arched her back...she could get a breath...before it...would be...cut
off...again. There was pressure on the whole of her face when she couldn't
breath, and she quickly noted the familiar aroma if Miss Karen's pussy juice
mixed with something more...pungent. Carol told herself to stay calm, and began
to understand there was a rhythym to it. She would struggle, get to inhale, and
then the weight. Struggle, get to inhale, then the weight. As she calmed,
never quite getting enough breath to satisfy her, she was able to form a vision
in her mind that the thing attached to her face was...probably...she
was...being...oh, the torment her nipples were receiving was ruthless,
but...breathing was...oh!
Karen fucked herself on the slut's face for well over twenty minutes, enjoying
every second of it. At the first stirrings of a long-deserved, high quality
orgasm, she let go of the slut's reddened and abused nipples and began pinching
her own with her left hand while she tapped the area over her clit with her
flattened right hand. The tempo of her fucking increased in response until her
breasts were bouncing lewdly up and down on her chest, making a delicious
slapping sound that harmonized well with the wet slaps she heard each time her
hand struck her own pussy. She felt a glowing ember deep within her become
enflamed and grow, spreading out from her pussy and culminating in a long, deep,
and shuddering crecendo that left her sweating and completely sated, at least
for the moment.
Karen climbed off the table and looked down at the slut as the wet dildo swayed
slightly from side to side. That had been nice. Just right, in fact. Not the
big one that took so much out of her and, well, might have been potentially
damaging when her bloodlust took over. But, it was neat, tidy, quick, and
satisfying. She padded off for a quick shower before preparing the slut to be
put back in the cage for the evening. By the time all was complete it was
midnight and she was exhausted. She returned to her own home to sleep and to be
there when Megan awoke from her evening in foggyland.
