CHAPTER XV: Last Day Of School Part II
After getting home Karen took a quick shower, really just to rinse the chlorine
off her skin, then got the small cart she had been using to move candi around
and rolled it out to the garage. Candi had been spending her evenings in what
Karen referred to as her "pig hut". It had been designed and built to her own
specifications, and was a very practical, multi-use structure which could house
slaves within it or secure them for display, training, or punishment while
mounted on it. It almost looked like a miniature A-frame home, with the roof
hinged at the peak and divided into two hatches on one side. The hatches could
be unclasped and opened, revealing two separate but small compartments that were
ideal for storing trainees and acquisitions. She could also open either end if
the occupant could crawl through the opening. The inside was nicely lined with
insulating foam covered by rubber sheeting. It virtually trapped all noises
inside and prevented outside sounds from penetrating. It was wired to deliver
the same "white noise" containing repetitive subaural messages that had been
playing into the slut's ears every evening. The messages were customized for
each trainee based on their intended end use, current level of development, and
background.
Poor candi was undergoing some rather strict indoctrination and was being kept
bound day and night, so Karen unclasped and opened the half of the larger hatch
which contained her. She looked just as she did when Karen had put her in nine
hours ago; on her back with her wrist cuffs locked securely to her ankle cuffs
and a spreader bar keeping her knees apart. Karen pushed the hatch up and over
until it rested on the opposite side of the little hut. Taking hold of the
little thing by the right leg and right arm, she roughly jerked her out and onto
the hand cart for the short trip to the back yard.
Karen pulled her through the door at the back of the garage and rolled her
easily down the sidewalk leading to her shaded barbecue area. Once there, she
tipped the cart up, spilling the thing onto the concrete. She noted that candi
hadn't made a peep, which was good. The collar she had installed was a high
tech piece of gear that the agency had asked her to beta test a couple of years
earlier. It was tightly fitted and locked around a subject's neck just below
the jaw line. A small box mounted on the collar contained a noise sensor and a
simple switch and timer. Beside the box was a small but highly charged cylinder
of compressed air. When the device heard noise in combination with local
vibration it would open a valve and a rubber bladder affixed to the inside
surface would inflate slightly, constricting the throat. More noise and
vibration, another degree of constriction. It was configured such that a noisy
prisoner would be quickly silenced when the device advanced to the degree that
it cut off air flow completely and caused the wearer to lose consciousness.
After a few seconds it would deflate, again, by degrees, eventually returning to
it's original snugness. Karen had found it to be exceedingly useful, especially
in a confined situation like the suburban neighborhood she was currently
residing in. It was also ideal for training silence. The other sister she
wanted to have the capacity to provide pleasure by making pleasurable sounds.
The slut also was going to need to speak occasionally to serve her intended
purpose. This one, though, was different. If she couldn't be taught to keep
her silence, there were other ways of taking her voice away.
Candi had grown less appealing over the last few days as stubble began appearing
over her shorn body. Many of the welts from her whipping the night before were
still visible, and she was bruised a bit from rough handling. Her eyes were
bloodshot and her pupils were dilated. Karen bent to look her over more closely
and noted the piercings had continued to heal nicely. In another few days it
would be as though they had always been there. She couldn't resist dipping a
finger deeply into candi's furrow for a little early-morning taste. She shook
her head in wonder. "Still sweet as can be.", she thought.
Karen stepped over the young girl until she was straddling her head. The coffee
she had been sipping earlier had passed nicely through her and wouldn't be
wasted if it could be used to help make sure the little lesbian knew her place
in the order of things. Bending her knees slightly, Karen released a trickle of
warm piss that began splashing on candi's forehead. The trickle quickly grew to
a nice, steady stream that she was now spraying all over the girl's face.
Looking down into candi's blinking, pleading eyes, she said softly, "Open up,
candi. It's time for your breakfast!" Fearful of another brutal whipping, the
girl dutifully opened her mouth widely so that Karen could find the target and
completely fill it before her bladder emptied. "You may drink now, candi.",
Karen said soothingly as she stepped over her sprawled captive. Candi opened
her throat and slowly gulped it down, allowing only a bit to trickle out at the
corners and run in thin rivulets down under her ears and onto the concrete patio
that she lay on.
Karen returned to the house to retrieve a few things and to get her earplug so
that she could monitor the slut's day. Candi wouldn't be going anywere.
Carol was a bit late getting to her homeroom class. She had suffered the stares
of dozens of students as she carefully made her way down the corridors,
stopping when she had to, all the way to Room 333. She thought it odd that she
couldn't think of much but how to find another cock to suck. It seemed that
every day her mind was more and more preoccupied with sex, cocks, and making
Miss Karen happy. All of the other aspects of her life seemed to be falling
away. She didn't seem to care that they were, either. She stumbled along
through the hallway feeling a deep and abiding sense of shame for what she was
doing, but didn't really feel any personal responsibility for it. She felt
powerless to take control of her life and seemed to have crossed an unknown
threshold into acceptance of it for what it had become and what it might be.
She knew the change was obvious to anyone who had known her at all, but couldn't
begin to explain it.
When she finally passed through the classroom door, her entire class, the kids
she had gotten to know best throughout the school year, stared silently at her.
The rumors had swirled through the school to the point that any explanation for
what was happening to her would have been believed by someone. The prevailing
conclusion was that she had gotten hooked on crack or something, and had turned
into a whore to pay for it. Some of the students, particularly her favorites,
had expressions of real concern on their faces. Most of the others simply
gawked silently. She heard some nervous giggling in the back of the room. A
pencil dropped. She stared back at them. It was the last day of the school
year. It was supposed to be a happy day. She wished she had rested a bit
before entering. Her pussy was doing it's best to take her attention away, to
demand satisfaction, and to threaten her with complete and total humiliation.
It couldn't...she...she couldn't allow herself to...she couldn't breath...had to
stay still...don't move! She had to...Oh, God!
Karen wondered at first if the transmitter was functioning properly. The
listening device on the slut's purse was sensitive enough to pick up almost any
sound, and no school was completely silent. Soon, though, she could hear
someone moaning. At first she wondered if the slut had been hurt. This was
different, though. The cunt was having an orgasm! Karen felt that familiar,
always present rage beginning to well up from deep inside her when she heard
something curious. It sounded like a student...then another. They were
watching! They were calling out, "you go Miss Sizemore!", and "Whoooee!", and
"What are you on? I want some o' that!". The shouts of encouragement and
goading and ridicule expanded and grew louder at the same rate that the slut's
orgasm approached. Karen threw her head back and laughed out loud. The slut
was having an orgasm in front of her class! She was squeeling in ecstasy as
they broke into applause and continued to shout and carry on over such an
unexpected and bizarre turn of events. Karen was delighted! She couldn't have
planned a better set of circumstances for bringing the creature down another peg
or two from her former life of arrogance and conceit. This would be a story
worth telling!
Carol's eyes rolled back into her head as she doubled over in the final throes
of her second shattering orgasm within twenty minutes. Her entire body shook
and her ankles weakened as the waves of intense pleasure slowly began to
dissipate. She struggled to stay up on her heels but felt herself losing
balance. She dropped her purse and reached down to steady herself, but fell
backward off her heels and into the corner of the room. She ended up propped
into the corner like a rag doll, with her skirt bunched up around her waist and
her legs splayed out at odd angles. Almost as one the entire class gasped as
her bare pussy and the wet stocking tops of her inner thighs came into view.
Then, with a cruelty often germaine to high school age children, they all began
to laugh uproariously.
Carol was slower to come back to reality this time. She pushed her skirt down
between her legs and listlessly gathered her legs beneath her. The small
segments that she had managed to create for herself to get through the day were
becoming ever smaller. Now, she told herself to just get up into a kneeling
position. If she could only do that...and she did. The laughter was slowly
dying off as she gathered her purse. One of the students, Cindy Smith, came
forward to help her get up. Another came forward, then another. She was helped
over toward her desk. Someone was pulling her chair out, but she couldn't,
wasn't allowed to sit today. At all. Not at all. She stopped them from easing
her into the chair and waved them off. The class was silent again, watching,
and the bell sounded to start the school day.
Karen continued to shake her head in wonder as she gathered up the few things
she was going to need for a little morning fun with candi. She found the little
thing exactly where she had been left, appearing listless and disoriented. It
would be a couple of hours before last night's cocktail wore off, then it would
be time for a few mind games. If only the stupid teenager hadn't gotten herself
tattood as she had. Such a waste! Something might still be done with her, but
nothing that would bring a high return. Karen had discussed her briefly with
Tawny, who was an accomplished tatooist, among other things. Tawny had said she
would bring her kit and that they might find a way to incorporate the existing
tatoo into something more, well, interesting. She also mentioned that she might
be interested in the little tart herself, depending on circumstances.
Karen put all of the items she had carried out on one of the lounge chairs. She
quickly unlocked the padlocks that had held candi's wrist and ankle cuffs
together all evening, and unclasped the fasteners that held the spreader bar
between her knees. Candi was not so quick to straighten her limbs out, as the
muscles had become rigid and stressed and didn't seem capable of moving. Karen
solved that by quickly yanking upward on her right foot, which, as expected,
caught candi by surprise and caused her to cry out in pain. The collar expanded
instantly, cutting her off in mid-whimper and constricting the flow of air to
her body. Her eyes bulged in fear that she would suffocate then and there.
"You don't seem to remember that nobody wants to hear you, candi.", Karen said
to her, ever so gently. Without hesitation she jerked her left foot up into the
air, straightening the stiffened leg and stressing the distended muscles. This
time candi bore the pain in silence. When Karen finally had the little cunt
straightened out on her back, she told her to get up on all fours.
The words barely registered in candi's ears. She was waiting for the collar to
adjust itself and give her a bit more breath. The pretty woman was kicking her
in the side now, and she knew she had to move to avoid the terrible pain she
knew would be inflicted on her if she didn't. Struggling to get the momentum to
roll over, she managed to get onto her belly but the throbbing in her head
seemed to double as soon as she turned. She was out of it, feeling clumsy and
unable to cause her body to do what her mind was telling it. Slowly, she
managed to draw first one, then the other knee up under her and could, finally,
push herself up onto all fours.
Now that the thing was up, Karen grasped her longer dog whip and tapped it up
under candi's chiin. "Head high, dear. Remember to be a proud animal at all
times!", she said as though she were encouraging a baby toward it's first steps.
"We have a fun game for you to play today!", she announced. Retrieving a short
gold chain with clasps on each end from a small box she had brought out, she
bent to fasten each end to candi's nipple rings. With the chain stretched
tightly between the rings, she mounted a small wire hook in the center of them
with the upward angle of the hook oriented away from candi's body.
Next, she took a dozen three ounce lead surf fishing weights and carefully
placed them around the perimeter of the pool deck. She returned to candi and
explained the object of the game. "Candi, you are to show me what a smart and
obedient animal you are by crawling to each of the little nuggets I've put
around the pool for you and catching them on your little hook. Each time you
bring a nugget to me you will be rewarded with a snack! I''l be sitting over
there, in the back corner of the yard under that shade. If I finish reading my
magazine before you complete your fun game, you will be punished in a fun and
creative way. If you finish first, you will be rewarded! Do you understand?".
Karen waited a few long seconds before the creature's mind understood that it
was time to respond, and was satisfied to get a slight nod. "Good! You may
begin." Karen made her way to a comfortable rocker underneath the magnolia tree
to begin reading the latest copy of her favorite magazine. Apparently the slut
had managed at least to survive into her second class of the day. Karen
listened as she asked the students to hand in their final class evaluations and
requested feedback on the school year and her abilities as a teacher.
Brian Tarmic raised his hand. "Miss Sizemore, like, what is up with you
lately?" The class tittered. Carol knew word had quickly spread about her
latest disaster. She just hadn't expected that anyone would be so bold as to
ask her. The question shook her confidence. Not that she had any left, but she
had been, at least up until then, functioning somewhat like a teacher. Now she
was on display again. Being looked at, questioned. It had a effect on her that
she hadn't expected. She was aware of the presence of Tom Parker's cum still
coating her throat. It felt good. She wanted more. Her sexual motor was
running again after too brief a respite. "Um, I, ah. I just wanted a little
change, Brian. That's all." Heads turned in his direction. What would he say
next?
"Yes, but," he gestured toward her. "that's like, a BIG change!", he exclaimed,
drawing a laugh from the class. Carol smiled as best she could and ignored his
comment, instead stepping forward to accept the evaluations as they were passed
up each row. She turned to step back behind her desk, where she could feel just
a bit of separation from the students. Leafing through the evaluations she
stopped at one of them. Someone had scrawled "I want to fuck you." across the
top. The evaluations were anonymous, and she didn't recognize the handwriting.
She squeezed her legs together, causing the balls in her pussy to come into
contact with each other. The slight vibration they caused was deliciously
subtle.
Megan hadn't been free to move on her own in days. She wasn't sure how to
react. She had understood what the lady had said. So, she pulled one knee
forward on the smooth concrete, then a hand. Then, the other knee. She was
okay, she decided. She could crawl. Not fast, but she could move. It felt
strange, moving. Her head still throbbed. She was aware that she was naked,
still. When had she last worn any clothes? As she crawled along at not much
more than a snail's pace, she looked down at her poor little nipples and the
rings that passed through them. God, her head throbbed. At least the horrible
collar had retracted back to its original size and she could breath more easily.
That's what she needed, she decided, fresh air. Maybe she could think soon.
For now, though, it was time to do. The alternative was not an option. The
lady was cruel. She would do cruel things for no reason at all. She could also
be very kind at times.
Megan eventually made it to the first of the lead weights. It was really hard
for her to get the little hook mounted on the chain that ran between her nipple
rings through the loop in the first weight. She had to lower her chest and hold
herself at a strange angle, then try to swing the little hook back and forth to
get it to catch on the weight. She tried for what seemed like an eternity
before she hooked it. She raised herself back up to a crawling position again,
carefully lifting the weight with her still tender nipples. It was heavy and it
did hurt, but she could manage it. She couldn't help but feel a sense of
satisfaction to be crawling toward the lady with the first "nugget" dangling
from the chain. Her arms burned from the exertion of supporting her upper body
while she hooked it. Megan realized how hungry she was. She had started to
speculate what her reward would be, and in her mind she fantasized about such
things as a big cheeseburger or a hot fudge sundae. She wasn't sure, but she
didn't think she had eaten in at least two days. All she had been given to
drink was the lady's piss. She was hopeful. Hopeful and hungry.
Karen could see the little tart approaching through her peripheral vision.
Without looking up, she tossed a small metal bowl onto the grass at her feet.
"Without using your little paws you need to put the nugget in the bowl.", she
said pleasantly. She flipped through a few advertisements as the dumb bitch
tried to discover a technique that would get the weight off the hook and into
the bowl. Finally, she was able to dangle it against the inside edge of the
bowl and slowly pull her self backward until it slipped off the hook. Candi
then stayed there, dumbly waiting for a reaction. Karen put the magazine down
and tore open a sample bag of Otis Farms Premium Pig Feed. Dumping about a
dozen of the feed pellets into the bowl, she patted the dumb thing on her bald
head and said, "Good girl! Now eat up your snack!"
Megan was ravished. She saw the bag and knew what it said, but the lady
wouldn't really feed her pig food. It was something else, she decided. So, she
edged cautiously forward and lowered her head to the bowl.
Karen noted with satisfaction that candi hadn't attempted to use her hands. She
had absorbed in, and had accepted, the basic premise that she was not to use
them, which was a very good sign at this early stage of development. The poor
thing was obviously famished, as she had taken to the pellets like a hog takes
to slop. Karen laughed and returned to reading her magazine while listening in
on the slut's last day in the traditional working world.
Megan's nipples were really sore by the time she finished delivering all of the
"nuggets" to the small bowl at the lady's feet. Her arms were burning from the
workout, and her entire body was covered in sweat. It was turning into a very
hot day. She was still hungry and still hopeful for a better reward than the
little, crunchy pellets that tasted like cardboard or dirt or something. She
had begun regain most of her senses. Though she wasn't exactly alert, she felt
less and less disoriented as the morning wore on. The last several trips back
for her reward she had stolen glances at the naked lady as she relaxed in the
shade with her magazine. She was beautiful, Megan thought. So sexy that Megan
thought the one thing she would most like to do in the whole world would be to,
well, lick her all over. She didn't understand why. After all the abuse she
had suffered she had every reason to hate the lady. But, it seemed almost as
though she couldn't help it...she just...wanted to please her, somehow. Megan
waited patiently on all fours in the soft grass next to the lady. She was
relieved that she had finished before the lady had read through her magazine.
Now there would be no need to punish her, and she could be rewarded with,
well...maybe with something really good! She was dying of thirst. Maybe a big
glass of icewater would be her reward!
Karen paid her hairless lawn pig no mind. She was engrossed in an article about
the Blue Ridge Mountains, in consideration of her evenual retirement from
government work, she would need a permanent residence or two. Shifting around
to various safe houses during her down time and keeping all of her possessions
in storage otherwise had gotten old years ago. She appreciated the chance to
spend the summer in Florida, but the current housing arrangement was totally
inappropriate to her needs. Suburbia was not a good place to engage in her
favorite pastimes, but it would do for now. At least the back yard was private,
and it had been a nice bonus to discover that one of the neighbors was both
attractive and easily compromised. The slut's whole life turned on where she
happened to live, and that was a just too bad. If she hadn't been a bad girl to
start with nothing would have happened to her. This one, the lawn pig, was
simply good fortune.
Eventually Karen finished her magazine and tossed it on the grass at her feet.
"Be a good little creature and carry that back to the house.", she ordered
casually.
Megan had been daydreaming. She had known better than to move an inch since she
had begun waiting for the lady to acknowledge her and, hopefully, give her the
reward she had earned. It took a few seconds for her new instructions to
register in her mind. She blinked her eyes a few times, then bent and took the
bound side of the magazine between her teeth before turning to crawl the length
of the backyard to the house. Just outside the sliding door leading into the
lady's sunroom, she turned to look back, just to make sure it was the right
place to put the magazine down. The lady nodded, so she carefully placed on the
deck and began crawling back to the shade of the big tree.
Karen was happy to see that even with improved functionality and awareness the
sweet little thing had automatically reacted as though she were an animal.
Watching her crawl across the lawn and back was enjoyable for Karen, so she told
her to continue doing that until informed otherwise. Aside from the sweetest
tasting pussy she had ever experienced, little candi did have a few appealing
attributes that Karen considered somewhat unique. She was petite, which was
nice. Her butt was well proportioned and cute, and it moved nicely. Her body
carried no fat, especially now. That little turned up nose was even more
appealing since Karen had mounted the ring in it.
It sounded as though slut was muddling through the third period without any
incidents, and Karen was only paying partial attention to the noise in her left
ear. She looked forward to the point when the two sisters would actually be
serving her. The training was enjoyable and sometimes challenging, and the
results were always rewarding. She had a few loose ends to tie up before she
could begin to seriously train the slut. There was nothing holding her back
from developing candi, other than the need to lay the proper groundwork, which
is what she had been doing since she had captured her.
Soon enough she grew bored and called her little lawn pig over. "I've decided
that for your reward I am going to give you a new pair of shoes!", she
proclaimed enthusiastically. "First, though, we have some cleaning up to do,
right?" Taking a small travel kit from a bag she had carried out, Karen told
candi to open her mouth wide and brushed her teeth for her, as though she were a
child incapable of doing it herself. Next, she poured half of a small bottle of
disinfecting mouthwash into the girl's little mouth and told her to swish it
around until she heard otherwise. Karen then quickly slathered the creature's
entire body with depilitating cream to melt away any hair that had grown out in
the last few days and restore her to her pink smoothness. After waiting ten
minutes, Karen directed her to crawl over closer to the lawn hose and sprayed
the cream and hair off. She then inserted the nozzle into candi's pussy and ass
and slowly filled her to the brim with the cold hose water. She insisted that
the thing not release a drop of it until she returned with a scrub brush and
soap. Karen took her time retrieving them from the house and could see that the
little pig was straining to follow her instructions. Karen allowed her to empty
herself then scrubbed her down roughly before rinsing her thoroughly and sending
her back under the shade at the rear of the yard.
There, she tossed a light chain over a branch of the tree and brought her little
lawn pig under it.
Carol couldn't believe she had almost made it through the day! It had been a
minute by minute challenge and she had suffered horribly, but the final bell had
rung, school was out, and all she had to worry about now was getting to the car.
She had managed to get the phone numbers from the five cutest boys as Miss Karen
had instructed. They had all been eager to give it to her, especially after
hearing her explanation for asking. She told them she was dabbling in fashion
photography and was putting together a portfolio. She suggested that each one
would make a great model and asked if she could call them sometime. Flattery
always worked with boys and men, and it didn't hurt to be horny and dressed in a
slutty schoolgirl outfit.
She hadn't exactly gotten accustomed to being viewed by the student body and her
teachers as some sort of sideshow freak all day. The fact was that she had been
preoccupied with what was going on between her legs and with trying to keep the
most decadent thoughts from entering her mind. Simply put, she was too
distracted to care. She avoided going to the teacher's lunchroom since she had
been forbidden to sit or eat all day. No need to subject herself to unwelcomed
questioning or incredulous stares from her colleages. Instead, she had stayed
in her empty classroom, standing quietly behind her desk, slowly rocking her
hips from side to side and purring like a kitty. She stopped occasionally to
keep herself from going too far. By the time the break had ended, the entire
classroom smelled of sex. Her stockings were damp down to the inside middle of
her thighs, but she didn't care. She wasn't sure why. Just a few days ago a
minor tear in a pair of hose would have mortified her. Now, she just wanted
to...
Tom Parker had been preoccupied all day too. After taking advantage of
circumstances that morning he had become highly concerned with his career. He
knew how Mary was and was sure she would spread the word that he and Carol had a
"closed door" meeting. All of the expected rumor and innuendo would naturally
follow. He had tried to appear deeply concerned for the welfare of his young
teacher, explaining to Mary in a sympathetic and sad tone that the poor thing
was having a lot of personal problems that he couldn't divulge. He knew while
he was saying it that it wasn't believed. Mary was skeptical of everything.
But, he also knew that as she blabbed around the school about his "meeting" she
would also include his explanation. The real trouble began when he started
getting reports that Ms. Sizemore was acting strangely. Sometime just before
noon one of the teachers asked Mary to tell him she had heard Carol had had an
orgasm in front of her homeroom class. She had said several students had
verified the story and she recommended something be done. Tom had never been
one to react to the recommendation of a subordinate. He explained to Mary that
he had already addressed the issue and had no desire to disrupt the last day of
school for Carol's students. If problems persisted, he would speak to her again
at the end of the day and put her on formal notice of his intent to suspend her
at the beginning of the school year in September. Mary had prepared the
paperwork for him and placed it neatly in a folder and placed it on the center
of his desk. He had spent the rest of the day feeling uncomfortable with the
fact that he had talked himself into a corner and had to follow through with a
suspension recommendation to save his credibility. What bothered him most was
the thought that Carol might not react well to the situation. She had, after
all, serviced him that morning and probably had formed the opinion that he
wasn't going to cause her any further trouble as a result. So, he had played
and replayed imaginary verbal exchanges with the young teacher all afternoon,
until he had become such a jumble of nerves that had no clue what to do. What
was gnawing at the back of his mind was the thought that he might be able to get
Carol back into his office for another round of fantasyland before the day
ended. He finally told Mary she could go home early, which was the one thing
she appreciated even more than a good rumor to spread. It hadn't taken her
thirty seconds to get out of the office.
Carol waited until well after the final bell had rung before deciding to make
her way to the car. The hallways were fairly well empty and most everyone had
left as quickly as they could. She still had to stop occasionally as she
walked, but at least didn't feel as though she was part of a circus act with
every step. Her feet were killing her. She wasn't sure if she'd ever get
accustomed to spending hours in such high heels.
When she turned the corner to walk down the final corridor to the school exit,
she saw Tom Parker straight ahead, lingering, or rather, lurking, outside the
entrance to the administrative office. As she slowly approached, he motioned
for her to follow him into the office.
