CHAPTER XVII: School's Out Part 4
Carol hadn't eaten anything substantial in days. The smell of Miss Karen's
cooking had caused her to realize just how hungry she really was. The few
cucumbers, bananas, and carrots she had been fed hadn't done much to give her
that comfortable, full feeling that she longed for. It was a disappointment
when Miss Karen finished eating and placed her dishes in the sink. Carol was
quite busy trying to price all the items she had carried to the garage to be
sold tomorrow, and assumed nothing had been saved for her to eat - again.
She had successfully bagged up more than thirty trash bags full of possessions
that could not be sold and were to be thrown out. She had piled them up in the
corner of the back yard just inside the privacy fence gate next to the garage.
Through it all, her level of excitement never subsided. She had to stop what
she was doing several times and wait patiently for the early stirrings of an
orgasm to pass. The whole house smelled of her pussy, she knew. She was coated
with her own juices down to her knees. Her feet were killing her as she had
been in the heels for more than thirteen hours. Running around the house naked
was arousing in and of itself. She saw how Miss Karen looked at her, and only
longed to be used by her. She so wanted to be between those long legs, and
wondered why she hadn't been given the chance. To increase her odds she paid
close attention to her movements, attempting in every way to ensure she moved
enticingly and with sexual grace, as Miss Karen had begun to teach her. If
only...
Carol had been working for so long in pricing her things that she was startled
when Miss Karen entered the garage.
"Where is the title to the car, slut?", she asked casually.
"Um...above the refrigerator...in the cabinet above the refrigerator, Miss
Karen.", Carol stammered.
"You'll need to hurry.", Karen said flatly as she walked back into the house.
She didn't have any use for the car, but a minivan might come in handy. She
would have the slut trade it in tomorrow after the yard sale. Karen retrieved
the title and put it on the kitchen counter.
Carol finally completed the assignment at about eight o'clock and sought out
Miss Karen for further instructions. She found her in the living room,
rearranging some of the items that had been kept in the house. Carol
appreciated what she had done. Her...owner was a very intelligent and capable
woman. Now Carol knew she had good design sense, too. Carol assumed her
position and waited patiently while Miss Karen continued to redecorate. Her
mind had been preoccupied with thoughts of Ralph's long, beautiful cock filling
her ass, and of the boy, the...stranger she was going to suck tonight. She
loved the powerlessness of knowing what would be expected of her and that she
could, or would, do nothing about it. She did what she was told. That was
simple. She was happy that way...and she was horny that way.
Karen noted when the slut entered, but chose to ignore her to see if she would
exhibit any weakness by resorting to making a sound. She didn't, which was
good. "Go do the dishes, take the trash out, wipe down the kitchen counters,
pour me a scotch, and be back here in five minutes.", Karen ordered without
turning around.
While the slut scurried off to complete her work Karen opened her sports bag and
neatly arranged a pair of butterfly clamps, handcuffs, a household fly swatter,
and a large latex dildo featuring a suction cup base on the coffee table. Then
she continued moving figurines, lamps, some artwork, books, and other items
around the room until it began to suit her.
The slut returned within the allotted time and was allowed to spend a few more
minutes waiting. Karen knew she could clearly see the items on the coffee table
and wanted her to have some time to ponder what might be in store for her.
Karen could not catch her changing position, sighing, or watching her as she
moved around the room. The slut stayed dutifully motionless and in perfect
position, including holding the drink out so that Karen could easily grasp it
when she wanted it.
"Tell me how you contact Ralphy whenever you are desperate for a little tryst
with his big black cock, slut.", Karen said as she stepped closer to retrieve
the drink.
"I, ah. Sorry. This slut dials his cellphone, Miss Karen. If it rings I hang
up after one ring. If the message recorder is on I say " wrong number" and hang
up. He usually calls back to my cell phone within a few minutes.", Carol
explained nervously.
Karen ordered her to go into the guest bathroom and remove the anal plug from
her ass and the ben-wa balls from her cunt, then get her cellphone.
Carol was grateful at first to be able to free herself of the intrusive
reminders of her status that had plagued her all day. Once she had them out,
however, she felt oddly empty...she missed them. She had gotten so used to
their presence that now it felt strange that she was not filled front and back.
She retrieved her cellphone and returned to the living room, where Miss Karen
ordered her to stand at the corner of the coffee table on which the dildo had
been mounted. It looked delicious to Carol, so long and nicely formed. It was
a nice size. It would feel good inside her...cunt.
"Dial his number.", Karen ordered as she spread a bit of lubricant over the tip
of the dildo.
Carol dialed. It rang once and she hung up.
"Now, turn around with your back to the table. You're going to spread your legs
now, and lower yourself down..."
As Carol began to lower her body toward the table she noted Miss Karen adjusting
the tip of the dildo no so that it was ready to slip into her cunt, but instead
held it against her ass. Carol hesitated, hoping Miss Karen was mistaken,
hoping her cunt would be filled. She didn't want...
"Ease down now, slut. Put your hands down on the table behind you and lean
back.", Miss Karen instructed her.
She understood and appreciated the purpose of being filled all day with the anal
plug. She was surprised at how easily the large dildo began to slide up into
her without pain. She cramped a bit after it was what she thought to be three
or four inches into her, but Miss Karen was allowing her to take it at her own
pace. She was grateful for that...it felt...so...dirty to be doing this.
So...wrong! But, she saw her nipples elongating and knew the other side of her
was finding it to be, well...nice to be...filled again. As she worked herself
up a bit and down a bit further, she felt Miss Karen clasping a pair of
handcuffs on her wrists. She also walked around in front of Carol and kicked
her ankles out wider. So wide, in fact that her cunt lips separated, spilling a
fresh dab of her love juices down over herself and onto the table. Miss Karen
installed the butterfly clamps on either nipple, close to it's base. Carol
winced at first but immediately began to appreciate the constant bite they
provided on her hard nipples. Carol was wrapped up in the lewdness of what she
was doing now...enjoying feeling the thing probe her more deeply...being curious
about how good it would feel when she could completely sit on it...fucking
herself now...in long, luscious strokes...mmmmmmmm, it felt good! Miss Karen
was aiming now...holding the flyswatter in her right hand, down low, ready to
swat her cunt with a quick upward snap of the wrist. OH! mmmmmm...good! Oh,
God! It was....so....up and down...faster, fucking, fucking and fucking...God
it felt sooooooooogoooood. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. SLAP! OH! ssssssslut! She was a
slut....a whore for sex oh, God! It felt soooo good! The sound...she
mmmmmm....SLAP! Ah!
Karen was enjoying her little tableau. The slut was readily fucking herself on
the long black dildo, and was clearly feeling as wanton as the horniest slut
that could be imagined. To have seen so much dignity disappear and be replaced
so quickly with this sort of...well, shamelessness was another clear
verification that her accelerated training experiment was working. She could
clearly see the slut's wet little clit poking it's bright pink head out from
among the glistening folds of cunt flesh. It made for a nice target. Each time
Karen swatted at it she sent a jolt of pure pleasure through the slut's body to
her brain. It was an entertaining thing to see, as the slut tended to roll her
eyes in reaction to each swat. She was taking the full length of the thing, and
riding it as though she would never get enough of it. As Karen had hoped, the
cellphone rang just as things seemed to be ready to peak for the slut. "Keep
fucking, slut! Don't slow down or you will have a real problem! Beg him to
come here and fuck you in the ass tonight after eleven p.m. or tomorrow evening
between eight and ten p.m."
"Ummmmyessssmissssskaren!"
Carol, with her hands cuffed behind her on the table and legs spread wide,
continued raising and lowering her ass over the dildo as Miss Karen pressed the
phone to her ear. "Ummhello?", she answered.
"Hey baby." Ralph purred in reply. His voice was soooo sexy.
"Hi! I need you....mmmmm....to...ah....come fuck me in my ass, Ralph, please?"
Ralph noted the breathlessness and wondered what was going on. She was really
hot for him. She wanted fucked in the ass? She never talked like that
before...and never asked to be...crazy bitch. Too bad he was on duty, or he
could meet her at the motel...
"I....nnnnnneed you to come here by my house and fuck me in the ass! Please?",
Carol repeated, desperate to complete her assignment and have Miss Karen attend
to her clit again. "Please? Come tonight?"
"Ah baby. I's on duty. Tomorrow?"
"Yessssssokay. Tomorrow night between eight...between eight and ten okay?
Okay...ummmmmmmmyesss. Okay. See you then."
When Karen knew the conversation had ended she termintated the call. Tossing
the cellphone onto the couch, she picked up the swatter. "Stop, slut.", she
ordered.
Carol was beside herself with desire. She couldn't believe...NOT...NOW! She
was soooooohot! Oh...
"NOW SLUT!", Karen screamed, slapping her open-handed across her left cheek.
Carol was knocked sideways by the blow, tears instantaneously bursting forth
with the pain and frustration and regret and fear of the moment. Miss Karen
was above her now, screaming and cursing, whipping her relentlessly with the
swatter...across her breasts, her arms, whatever target it seemed to find. The
sting of it was manageable. What Carol feared more than that was the
displeasure of her Mistress...her...owner. She dared not speak or cry out, but
couldn't help but cry uncontrollably as the insults and stinging swats rained
down on her. She covered up...and allowed Miss Karen to have her way until she
finally, mercifully, stopped.
An hour and a half later Carol found herself, again, dressed like a slut. Miss
Karen had put her in a pair of little blue nylon shorts and a tube top, and
nothing else. Not even shoes. She had been handed one condom and was told to
meet the boy in the parking lot, give him a blowjob using the condom to collect
his cum. Miss Karen said the full condom must be presented to her when Carol
got home in order for her to qualify for her reward. She was to tell the boy he
could get a free blowjob every week as long as he got ten friends to call her
cellphone number within the next three days and schedule themselves blowjobs for
thirty dollars each. She was to give him the cellphone number, then return
home.
The now usual fear and dread that Carol experienced each time Miss Karen put her
through another humiliating experience were still present. Carol remained
exceptionally horny, however, and the thought of sucking another cock was very
appealing to her despite the circumstances. She felt empty, worthless, and
unused with nothing in her pussy or ass, and knew she would feel much better
once she had a real cock in her mouth to satisfy. She had soaked through the
too-small shorts even before she had gotten the car started. She knew she
couldn't avoid toying with herself just a bit as she drove to the warehouse
store, and ended up wishing the drive were a little longer. She was beginning
to relish the taste of her own sex, and spent some of the drive time drenching
her fingers in her juices and sucking them dry. By the time she got there, her
car smelled so strongly of sex that even she noticed it. She thought it might
become a permanent fragrance given the amount of herself that had poured out
onto the seat over the past few days.
Karen returned home after sending the slut off to do a bit of marketing. She
found candi just where she had left her, looking frightened and uncomfortable as
she lay in the grass, hogtied. Karen reached between her legs and spread her
smooth labia enough to force a finger inside her, probing for the egg she had
inserted a few hours before. She was surprised both by the fact that the
batteries were still functioning and that candi was producing copius amounts of
her sweet nectar. She pulled the egg out and shut it off before placing it in
candi's mouth for safekeeping. Licking her fingers clean, Karen began removing
all of the lead fishing weights that she had suspended from candi's various
piercings.
Once finished, she unlocked the girl's wrist cuffs from her ankle cuffs and
allowed her a few seconds to stretch. Karen had a great deal of confidence in
the collar she had been testing on candi. It had proven to be effective at
keeping her silenced. Karen knew that eventually candi could be taught to
accept virtually any punishment silently, which would be an endearing attribute.
Candi remained nicely striped across her midsection. It was clear that the egg
was keeping her nicely aroused. Though she was obviously fearful of Karen and
anything she might do, the desire in her eyes was as easy to read as a
children's book.
Karen bent to take the leash in her hand. "Come now, piggie. Time for a little
walk!", she exclaimed enthusiastically. The evening air was descending,
bringing relief from the oppressive heat that had been present all day. Karen
knew the creature had to be thirsty, so she walked her over to the faucet that
was mounted on the privacy wall about half the distance toward the back of the
house. Candi crawled along nicely, as though she didn't find being on all fours
at all unnatural.
Karen nudged her head up tightly toward the faucet and turned it on. Cold water
shot out into candi's face, splashing off her nose and down onto the grass.
Karen stepped back to avoid getting wet. "Have a little drink now, candi.",
Karen ordered.
Megan was so thirsty she wished at first that she could just put her lips around
the faucet and drink all the water that was coming out. She drank greedily
until she was completely sated, feeling her belly sag under the weight of all
the water she had taken in. It felt good to have the cold water splashing over
her face and head, and she took advantage of it by dipping her head under it and
trying to get it to spray across her back. She had been so hot all day that
anything cool was a welcome relief. She felt grateful that she wasn't being
abused, at least for the moment, and that she could drink freely from the faucet
rather than from the bowl. She had managed a couple of great orgasms while she
lay in the shade by rolling over onto her belly and grinding her pussy down into
the grass while the egg droned on inside her. She thought it was probably
something she shouldn't have done, and felt guilty about it for some reason. It
was all so confusing. She didn't feel so disoriented anymore and had spent a
considerable amount of time while she was alone to ponder her fate. Being
completely shaved and pierced as she was did not seem to her to be the sort of
thing someone did to you if they planned to let you go. That was...kind of
beyond, like, just kidding, or, like, it was just a crazy idea. There couldn't
be any innocent explanation or excuse for doing that to somebody. So, she
worried...that this was, maybe, not a good thing at all. It was so sick and
kinky and weird...and confusing in so many ways. The lady was so pretty,
though. And, she treated Megan as though she owned her. There was something
about that that Megan liked. She didn't know what, though. She just liked that
part of it. Maybe, she felt like she finally belonged someplace rather than
always feeling like the outcast or the misfit. The lady was accepting her as
her own. But, she whipped her, too. She was cruel, or could be cruel. Megan's
feet hurt. The weird shoes that had been put on her were similar to the braces
that had bent her feet so painfully her first couple of days. She preferred the
shoes to the braces, but they weren't exactly a walk in the park. She wondered
why they had even been put on her, as they obviously weren't suitable for
walking...
"Do you have to pee, candi?", the woman asked.
Megan, unable to speak, simply nodded. The lady turned the faucet off and
tugged the leash, leading her toward the middle of the yard. "Have you ever
seen a female dog pee?", she asked conversationally.
Megan looked up. She nodded.
"Good! You'll pee like a little bitch should candi, but only with permission,
do you understand?"
The lady patted Megan on her bald head as she nodded. "You'll need to spread
your knees wide and lower your little cunt down toward the grass. I'll expect
your back to be nicely arched."
Megan did as was directed, but found her feet being kicked out wider. "Turn
your toes out and push the inside of your feet and your lower legs down flat
against the ground. That's it. Arch your back...good! Arms straight
down...now pee."
After teaching the little pig how to pee Karen looped a light chain around each
leg just above the knee and snapped the other end to each respective nipple
ring. Then she retrieved a pair of bondage mittens from her supply box and
fitted them over candi's tiny hands. In this way the little thing could be kept
from standing but could still crawl quite comfortably. The fingerless mittens
locked in place around her wrists, preventing her from being able to unfasten
the chains. She held her hand in front of candi's mouth to accept the egg and
put it away. "You need some exercise. I'll expect to see you crawling around
out here at all times until further notice. Do you understand?"
The creature looked up at her plaintively and nodded.
"You are never to look a superior in the eye again, piggie. Your eyes are never
to focus on anything above a pussy or cock, do you understand?"
Candi nodded.
"Good. Now, the pool and the deck around it are off limits to you. Stay in the
grass and move about quickly or things may be unpleasant for you."
With that, Karen dropped the leash and turned to enter the house. She needed to
assemble her incline stocks as she intended to use them tomorrow. She was quite
confident the little cunt would keep herself busy crawling around the yard until
she told her otherwise.
Megan turned to begin crawling around the yard, dragging the leash between her
legs and worrying that the chains attached to her knees would hurt her if they
tugged on the nipple rings too harshly. The heavy leather mitts on her hands
were strange. It took her a while to understand why they had been put on her.
It hadn't occurred to her that she would have taken the chains off even if she
could. There was no telling what the lady...Karen, or whatever, what she would
do. It was best just to do what she was told and hope for the best.
Only a few days earlier Carol would have felt like a dirty whore waiting in a
dark section of the warehouse store parking lot for a practical stranger to come
meet her for a blowjob. As it was, she was keeping herself on the verge of a
shattering orgasm while she waited to get another cock into her mouth. She
didn't like the idea of having to use a condom as it would prevent her from
getting the reward she wanted, but instant gratification would have to take a
back seat to specific instructions from Miss Karen in this case. She had the
condom in her hand, ready to put it on the boy as soon as she could either get
him in her car or get into his. Her other hand was between her legs, gliding up
and down over her sopping wet cunt lips, carefully avoiding her throbbing clit
because of the certainty that it would put her over the edge. The tight little
shorts presented her with enough of a problem in that they crept up so tightly
into her that it was difficult to avoid being aroused. Now, at least, with the
shorts pulled out of the way, she could keep her clit from coming into contact
with anything but the cool air conditioning that blew out from under her dash.
She barely remembered the boy. When she had last been here, dressed like a
hooker and freshly gang fucked, she was so shocked by events and so humiliated
by her appearance that she avoided eye contact with everyone. The last thing
she would have done is ask the boy for his phone number. She had thought Miss
Karen had gotten it only to add to her humiliation, not to actually contact him
and arrange for a quick blowjob in the parking lot.
Finally, the boy exited the building and approached the area where she had
parked. She had no idea what Miss Karen had told him. She only knew what she
was to do and say to him. She flashed her headlights at him, hoping he would
come to her car. He turned in her direction, looking nervous. Carol tugged her
tight shorts back over her pussy and quickly licked her fingers off.
He approached the driver's side, so she lowered her window.
"Hey.", he said flatly.
"Hi!", Carol replied enthusiastically. "Good to see you again!", she added.
"Uh huh." He glanced around quickly. "What's up?"
"What do you mean?"
"What, uh, what did you want to meet me for?"
"Oh!", Carol thought quickly. He hadn't been told. She didn't want to scare
him off. That was the first thing. "I, ah. I wanted to talk to you. C'mon.
Have a seat!" She patted the passenger seat.
He hesitated, looking around more. "About what?"
This wasn't going to be easy, Carol thought. "Oh, stuff! C'mon!"
"Stuff?", he asked nonchalantly. "What's "stuff" gonna cost me?"
He thinks I'm a hooker, Carol thought. Who wouldn't? She wanted to tell him
she wasn't a hooker, but then thought about what she was supposed to propose to
him, which would prove she was a hooker. But she wasn't, really.
Not...voluntarily, really. "Nothing. I'll make you an offer you can't
refuse!", she finally answered, smiling.
"Okay? And?"
She liked the boy. He seemed like a nice kid. Probably taking night classes or
saving to go to college in a couple years. He was streetwise, though. No
dummy.
"Wellllll,..." She said, using what she thought was her most seductive voice.
"...I, ah, need to make some money and, well. I was thinking a nice guy like
you probably knows a few people that aren't so bad. Sooooo..." For emphasis
she pulled down the tube top with both hands to display her breasts and stiff
nipples to him. "...I was going to offer you, like, a free blowjob every week
that you can arrange for at least, like, ten buddies to meet me somewhere for
blowjobs for, like, thirty dollars?" Now she felt like a whore. Now she knew
she had just stated her price and her plan, and that all of it added up to her
being nothing more than a hooker. She blushed. She was suddenly ashamed, and
wanted to be a hundred miles away.
"Who was that lady with you when you bought your cage?"
"Oh. That was, ah, Karen. She is my...friend."
"Hmmm. It seemed like she was kind of like in charge of you?"
"Um...maybe a little bit.", Carol answered, feeling uncomfortable with exposing
anything relating to the nature of her relationship with Miss Karen.
"So I get a free blowjob every week that I can get ten customers for you?"
"Basically, yes. Starting now, tonight." She rolled her nipples in her
fingers. He had his eyes fixed on them as the bulge in his jeans grew a bit
larger.
"You got any diseases or anything?" He asked casually.
"Um, no. But I have a condom for you anyway...I have to..."
"Okay.", he said, surprising her. He quickly moved around the front of the car
and jumped in the passenger door.
Carol raised her window back up and turned in his direction. Puttng her hand on
his thigh, she said, "Let me give you this phone number for you to give out.
Your friends can call to find out where I'll be and what time to be there,
okay?"
He took the card that her cellphone number had been written on and slid it in
his wallet. "Okay.", he said noncommitally.
A brief moment of awkward silence passed between them, before he spoke first.
"So, how long do I have to wait?"
Carol leaned over to unfasten his jeans. She wanted that cock.
