CHAPTER 21 Carol's Little Trip
Slut was experiencing fewer occasions where she needed to remind herself not to
think. Every day she faced new challenges in her service to Miss Karen, and
every day the importance of simply doing rather than thinking was reinforced.
She had been driving the white cargo van for two hours already, headed south.
She had been given specific instructions to go to a certain address, introduce
herself, spend the evening and obey all instructions she was given, and to
deliver back to Miss Karen's home two cargo boxes the following day. She had no
idea who was waiting for her or what they were like. She didn't know what was
in the boxes or why she had been chosen to do this. All she knew is that it was
a departure from her normal routine of pampering and caring for Miss Karen and
all of her possessions.
She had left Miss Karen curled up on a new hammock with candi, under the shade
of the magnolia tree in Miss Karen's back yard. They were both naked, and the
expression on candi's face was faintly content. Candi was an entirely different
person than Megan had been. Slut wasn't exactly the same, either, but at least
her personality was still recognizable. Candi hadn't uttered a word in several
weeks and lived for the most part in a state of fear. Lately Miss Karen had
begun to treat candi much more kindly, even to the point of occasionally taking
her to bed.
Slut continued to wish that she were used sexually by Miss Karen. For whatever
reason, candi was her preference for that purpose, and slut couldn't influence
it. Slut knew, however, that Miss Karen's eye had a greater fondness for her
body than for candi's. She knew also that, for whatever reason, it was she who
had been chosen and trained to see to Miss Karen's comfort, twenty-four seven.
Candi seemed to be something to break up the boredom. Miss Karen tended to
abuse her when she had nothing else to do.
Miss Karen had told slut that a very close friend was coming to visit, and that
the friend would be using slut's former home for a couple of weeks. Slut had
cleaned it from top to bottom and cleaned it again after Miss Karen inspected
it. She was nervous about the arrival of the friend because she had no idea
what it would mean to her. The place bore little resemblence to when she owned
it. Other than the furniture and a few accessories, nothing remained that she
had a connection to. It seemed sterile, like a home kept ready for visitors to
occupy.
She wondered what she would do when she had to get gas for the van. All Miss
Karen had allowed her to bring was some money for fuel, detailed directions, and
the clothes on her back. Unfortunately those clothes were minimal, amounting to
nothing more than a tight white t-shirt and a pair of gray cotton panties. It
was better than driving naked, but the idea of having to pump gas dressed as she
was made her nervous. The panties were soaked through, and unfortunately they
were gray. Slut knew the spot would be large and quite visible. This was what
distressed her most. She hoped she could reach her destination on the gas that
was in the tank, and, hopefully, get gas in the morning before her cunt had a
chance to make them wet again.
Karen had put candi through an extended period of supression and disorientation
that was enhanced by a liberal use of appropriate drugs, a bit of technology,
and good, old fashioned mind control. Now she was recreating the creature so
that she would be of some use. The silent, unfeeling robot she had made was
simply a necessary part of the process. When she knew that candi was awakening
each morning with the mindset that she was simply an animal, it was time to
restore a bit of humanity to her. Otherwise, all she would have managed to do
is to create a worthless zombie that was of little value either for
entertainment, personal service, or, well...anything.
The little lesbian bitch had taken to making love as a duck runs to water.
Karen continued to enjoy the incomparable sweetness of her cunt, and had taught
her how to use her tongue and fingers to please another woman. It wasn't as
though candi were completely ignorant, but everyone has their preferences, and
Karen saw no use in letting a slave freelance on her. The cunt had taken her
instructions and applied them quite satisfactorily. She even exhibited
eagerness and enthusiasm.
Karen was so excited by the arrival of Tawny later that evening that she needed
the distraction candi could provide. With slut's former home ready to accept a
temporary occupant, slut on her way to pick up henry and amy, and everything
else in order, why not spend the afternoon receiving a little pleasure? It
wouldn't ruin her, Karen thought with a smile. Perfection can't be ruined.
Just before sending slut off on her mission, Karen had taken candi onto the new
hammock she had purchased. Karen explained that she wanted to while away some
time with candi nibbling at her nipples and stroking her pussy, and laid back
comfortably while the little lesbian went about her work. It had been a
delicious hour. Karen always enjoyed being naked outdoors. The cool breeze
that blew over the yard made the shady spot under the tree quite pleasant.
Candi had been trained to the degree that she was able to deliver an hour or and
afternoon of low grade sexual stimulation without frustrating her owner in any
way. She had learned to read her body and how it reacted, and could tailor her
actions to meet Karen's stated needs. There was no better way to pass time as
pleasantly.
Though candi's body would never be as sexually appealing as her older sister's,
Karen had hardened her muscles and given her a lean, athletic look. The
piercings made the task all the easier. Rather than coerce the creature into
doing one hundred crunches, all Karen had to do was secure her in appropriate
ways. One of the best for her abdominal muscles was to suspend the upper half
of her body off the edge of a coffee table in the sun room by securing her
ankles to the table legs on the opposite end, then tying twine from her nipple
rings to a hook in the ceiling. With her arms cuffed behind her back, she had
no choice but to keep her tummy tight if she wanted to avoid ripping her
nipples. Karen had developed similar positions for most of the cunt's major
muscle groups and enjoyed watching her struggle while her muscles flexed and
quivered.
Karen had begun housing slut each night in the little a-frame hut that candi had
called home for so many weeks, and allowing candi to sleep on the floor at the
foot of her bed. This was most convenient for Karen, since candi had become
such a practiced cunt licker as well as a respectable toilet slave. When Karen
needed to pee in the middle of the night, she simply got out of bed and
straddled candi's head, peeing directly into her open and willing mouth. The
little thing really seemed to enjoy being used in such a way, and drank greedily
every chance she got. Karen typically secured candi to the foot of the bed by
padlocking a short light chain to her nose ring. She kept her hands secured
either to a collar or bound them together behind her back. Karen continued to
prevent both candi and her sister from being able to pleasure themselves as much
as was possible. In slut's case, monitoring was not always practical,
especially when she was running errands or doing work out of direct view.
She thought about slut and what kind of experience she was going to have. From
what Tawny had told her of her friend in Miami, slut would be in for a long and
challenging evening. Karen only hoped she'd get enough sleep to be able to
drive home safely tomorrow. Any sort of accident or mishap could make for a
great deal of inconvenience.
She couldn't believe she was finally going to see Tawny! It had been so long
that she was beginning to wonder if they would ever be able to get together
again. Karen was looking forward to seeing henry and amy, too. The new slave,
whoever she was, would be interesting as well. Tawny's tastes did not run
toward the bland or domestic. She was exotic through and through. Everything
about her was sensuous. Oh, how Karen had missed her!
She pushed her thighs wider, signaling candi that the slow, repetitive stroking
of her wet inner lips could be enhanced by a bit of penetration. She sighed as
the cunt's delicate fingers gingerly parted her lips and slid between them. On
cue, the cunt began to nibble at her right nipple. It was part of the process
of bringing her owner to a higher state of arousal, each series of actions
signaled by some small, subtle sign from Karen. She stretched, feeling
wonderful as the tool of her pleasure played her body like no other could,
except for Tawny.
After four hours of driving slut realized she would run out of gas before
arriving in Miami. Rather than exit the interstate at a major interchange and
suffer the humiliation of displaying herself to dozens of people dressed as she
was, she sought out a lesser traveled exit and drove some distance to an old,
run down convenience store that charged exhorbitant prices and had very slow
pumps. Thankfully, there were no other customers. Her heart rose into her
throat and stayed there throughout the long minutes it took to fill the tank.
She glanced down at her panties and knew there was no hiding the large wet spot.
Her t-shirt was just too tight and too short to pull down, and she was beginning
to sweat through it in the oppressive heat of a typical summertime late
afternoon in Southern Florida. She had no choice but to cross the short
distance from the pumps to the inside of the store with the knowledge it was
obvious she suffered from a wet pussy.
She clutched the forty dollars Miss Karen had given her, wishing she didn't have
to wait for change. She was shocked to be hit in the face by a wave of ice cold
air mixed with a thick blue cloud of cigarette smoke as soon as she opened the
door. The store was filthy, as was the nasty looking little man behind the
counter. She approached him quickly, feigning confidence. She told herself not
to think. She reminded herself that she was property now, that it wasn't about
her. She tried to breath normally. The man was staring down at her crotch,
then glancing up at her breasts. "Twenty seven?", slut said nervously.
The man clearly did not share her sense of urgency. He leaned back on his
little stool to light a fresh cigarette. A mound of butts overflowed the
ashtray on the counter. He hadn't shaved in a week, she thought. She felt her
nipples pushing harder against the tight, thin t-shirt, hoping it was from the
cold and not the man's uninhibited staring.
He took a deep draw, seeming to burn the Pall Mall halfway down in a race of
glowing embers. "Born to fuck?", he asked, smoke curling out lazily from his
nose and mouth. Slut nearly gagged. Her eyes watered. "Born to fuck?", he
asked again, this time looking up at her face as though he had just then
realized she had one.
"Please.", she said. "Twenty seven?"
"Born to fuck?", the man asked again, tilting his head as though it were the
most profound question mankind could conceive of.
Slut felt her clitoris begin to harden. This was troubling. Deeply troubling.
A flash of an image of her on her knees shot through her brain. "Oh, no!", she
thought. She squeezed her legs together, feeling a fresh reserve of cunt juice
seep out into her panties. She was beginning to feel helpless, as though things
had already gotten out of hand.
"Please?", she asked pleadingly, sliding the forty dollars across the counter.
She wondered what would happen to her if she returned to Miss Karen without
change. She was always required to produce receipts and change to prove she was
not somehow setting aside money or had made an unauthorized purchase. She
needed a receipt, and she needed change. She didn't know what would happen if
she didn't have them, but...
"Born to fuck?", the man asked loudly, as though she were hard of hearing. He
broke into a rasping, rattle of a cough that was as repulsive as his appearance
and the filth of the store. She was sure the bottom of her feet were black
already. What could she say to end this?
"Yes.", she finally admitted. She probably looked as though she had just
swallowed castor oil, but her sexual motor was running and she could think of no
way to stop it. Well,...
"Mebbe I give up change fer a look at them titties.", the man said quickly, his
eyes tearing in the aftermath of the brief coughing fit. He took the forty and
began waving it around, making a buzzing sound in imitation of a bee, or was it
a fly?
It was a small price to pay. Slut took hold of the bottom of the t-shirt and
tugged it up over her breasts with some difficulty. She held it up just under
her chin to ensure the wicked little man got an eyeful. Holding the money in
his right hand, he reached forward with his left to take hold of her left
nipple. "Whooowee!", he exclaimed. "Lotta nipple onnem titties!" He twisted
it roughly, causing slut's whole body to turn as she gasped out loud. "I could
suck on em all day. Yes, yes, yes!"
Slut noticed him glance out through the smeared glass toward the pumps. She
followed his eyes and saw a police cruiser parked just outside the store. He
continued to twist her nipple back and forth painfully right up until the moment
the door swung open. Slut pulled her shirt back down over her breasts, knowing
the officer had seen the nasty man tormenting her.
"Abusing the ladies again, Merle?" It was a female officer. Slut sighed in
relief. Why did she feel so disappointed? She turned toward the officer,
tugging her t-shirt down as low as she could get it, which wasn't enough even to
conceal her hard, flat stomach.
The officer was middleaged, thin, and hard looking. Her lips were pursed and
expressionless, but her eyes roaming freely over slut's body, finally centering
on the wet spot on the front of her panties. Slut wasn't sure, but it seemed
the corners of the officer's mouth turned up so slightly that it was barely
noticeable. Her face was freckled and probably hadn't been touched by makeup in
years. She hooked her thumbs into her glistening black duty belt, then looked
slut in the eyes and winked at her. "Merle, give the lady her change!", she
barked authoritatively.
Merle counted out the change and threw it on the counter contemptuously.
"Bitch!", he blurted out quite clearly. Slut grasped the bills in her right
hand, not sure what to do. She still needed a receipt.
"You need me to break your fingers again, Merle?", the officer answered him
bitterly. The two obviously had a deep history that was not one of kindness and
understanding.
"Why you here?", Merle shouted.
"I'm here to rescue this beauty from your tittie twisting, shithead!"
Oh, God, slut thought. How do I get out of here? She looked sheepishly at the
officer, raising her hand as though she needed permission to speak.
"I ain't twistin' no tittie!", the wretched man lied.
"And my eyes ain't seeing what they seeing any more Merle! Must be a God damned
vision I had of you twisting on this pretty thing!"
Looking back and forth, slut saw that the man had removed his hands from the
counter. He was obviously getting more agitated but at the same time apparently
feared having his hands smashed by the hard bitten female officer.
"You said it you seein' things you fuckin' lesbian bitch!", he rasped, fighting
off another coughing fit.
"Well, now I'm sad Merle. You went and embarassed me in front of the little
lady here.", the officer answered sarcastically. Slut thought she had crossed
the line of professionalism, but she didn't much care about anything but getting
out of there with a receipt.
The man finally succumbed to a long series of dry hacking that sounded painful.
The officer raised her eyebrows at slut as though to ask what it was that she
wanted.
"Um, I need a receipt?", slut asked shyly.
"Merle, give the lady a receipt.", the policewoman ordered.
The man nodded through his uncontrollable coughing and ripped a register receipt
loose, tossing it on the counter. Slut grabbed it without hesitating and
stepped toward the door. Just as she was about to pass the officer she was
caught by the upper arm and held back. "Not so fast.", the policewoman said.
"Why are you running around in wet panties, sweetie?" She was turning slut by
her shoulders so that she could look directly at her. She left her hands on
both shoulders, holding slut firmly.
"Um, I'm just, ah...driving to Miami to pick up something for a friend."
"In wet panties?"
"Um, yes. I guess so."
"Drugs?"
"What?"
"Picking up what, drugs?"
"Oh, no ma'am. Not drugs. I don't know...it's like an errand."
"You a hooker?"
"Oh, no ma'am."
"Uh huh. Not a hooker, just a slut, right?"
Oh, God. Why couldn't she just leave? "Um, yes ma'am."
The officer's tone suddenly lightened. She turned slut toward the door and
began to escort her out into the stagnant heat, still keeping a hand on slut's
upper right arm. "A slut, huh? Now I feel better, knowing what you are. Been
drinking today?"
"Um, no ma'am!"
"Ohhh, I don't know about that. Let's just step over here by my cruiser. I
thought I got a whiff of something in there, darling."
Slut felt herself gliding along under the firm control of the tough policewoman.
What else could she do? She was pulled over toward the rear of the patrol car
and deftly positioned with her ankles spread wide and her hands on the trunk
lid. "I'll need to search you for weapons before performing a field sobriety
test on you, missy."
"Yes, ma'am.", slut replied. Obviously she didn't have any weapons, but she
felt herself under the command of the officer and certainly didn't want to make
things worse for herself. She arched her back, mindful of the need to carry and
position herself in an enticing way at all times. The officer quickly reached
up under either side of the t-shirt from behind and glided her hands up and
under until she cupped each breast, capturing slut's nipples between her
fingers. It was broad daylight! Slut glanced around quickly to see if anyone
was watching. She could see the nasty man through the filmy glass of the
storefront where he stood, fixated on the goings on outside. He sneered. Slut
sighed loudly as the officer pressed her fingers tightly together, both pinching
the fat, elongated nipples between them and squeezing her heavy breasts.
"Girl, where'd you get these nipples?", the officer asked. "You may as well
have "Fuck Me" tattooed on your forehead!"
Slut didn't know how to answer, so didn't. She felt the sweat beading up on her
upper lip and licked it off hungrily, realizing she was beyond any ability to
control the situation any further. After several long seconds of kneading her
dangling breasts, the officer placed one hand on the small of slut's back, then
reached down and roughly pulled aside her panties, exposing her bare, sopping
cunt to the stagnant, oven like heat that rose up off the asphalt. As slut
unconsciously pushed her hips invitingly back toward the officer, she felt
several fingers sliding easily past her swollen, neglected lips and deeply into
her hungry, clasping cunt. "Oh!", she gasped, reveling in the nasty debauchery
that she had learned through time and experience to relish. She felt every bit
the unsatiated whore that had been coming out of her since she had been taken by
Miss Karen. The fingers probed deeply inside her, freely exploring what was
once the most intimate and protected part of her body. Now, it was a hole for
others to use as they chose. Any byproduct of that use was hers to savor.
A thumb pressed firmly against her hardened, engorged clit, causing her whole
body to shudder in an unexpected wave of pleasure. The officer certainly knew
how to manipulate a cunt, slut thought. She closed her eyes, washing away only
momentarily the image of the dastardly convenience store operator gazing in
unfettered glee at what he could only have dreamed would ever happen in his
eyesight. The officer was sawing her fingers in and out of slut's cunt, and she
began to rock her hips in rhythym with the officer's pumping hand. Slut threw
her head back as the thumb began flicking her rigid clit back and forth, causing
her knees to weaken as spikes of pure, delicious bliss washed up and over her in
a rising tide of uncontrollable sensations that she knew would take her too
quickly over the peak. She cried out freely across the store lot as the first
bursts of orgasm rocked through every fiber in her body.
"Mmmmaaaahhhhyyyeessss!", she screamed.
Before she was even aware of what was happening, the thin, tough female police
officer was guiding her firmly back toward the store entrance, where the
depraved owner stood peering out. Slut looked down to see that her t-shirt was
almost completely soaked through with sweat. It clung to her as a second skin,
making every nuance of her upper body clearly visible through the fabric. In
addition to the growing wet spot around her cunt, the rest of her panties were
beginning to aborb so much perspiration that they, too, were almost completely
wet. Slut was delirious as the officer told Merle to give her the restroom
key, then guided her around the side of the store to a filthy white door secured
by a rusty padlock. The officer used the key to unclasp the padlock and
subsequently opened the door. She pulled slut inside and, without saying a
word, pulled her t-shirt up over her head, tossing it onto the floor. Then she
pushed slut's panties down to her ankles. Slut stepped out of them, completely
naked while the officer unbuckled her duty belt and draped it over the sink.
"Take my shoes off.", the officer ordered. Slut knelt on the filthy old
linoleum floor to do as she had been told. Before she even had both shoes off
the female cop had pushed her uniform trousers and her panties down past her
knees and ordered slut to remove them as well.
The pungent aroma of aroused females quickly intermingled with that of urine,
spilled beer, and cigarette butts in the dank confines of the stuffy little
restroom. Slut's head was grabbed and pulled into the officer's crotch. "Lick
me you nasty fucking whore!", the officer growled.
Her cunt was covered with a heavy thatch of red, wiry hair. As slut's nose was
pressed into it she extended her eager tongue down low and pushed it firmly up
between the woman's well concealed cleft and licked it's entire length from
bottom to top. She repeated this while the officer spread her legs wider, and
was soon lapping at the musky cunt like a dog licks ice on a hot summer day.
"Yessssss you worthless slut! Lick it! Lick me, whore!", the officer hissed
through clenched teeth. "You love it, don't you? You love licking cunt!"
Slut labored naked on the filthy restroom floor for more than thirty minutes,
giving the thin lesbian police officer at least five orgasms before finally
being told to get dressed. The officer had gotten much more friendly with slut
with every successive orgasm, and now considered herself a friend of some sort.
Slut had been engaged in sexual acts with complete strangers for so long now
that she found the attitude strange and didn't know quite how to react. Miss
Karen would not allow her to have friends, she was sure. Besides, she need to
be getting along. She was already going to be late getting to wherever she was
going. The officer gave her a business card with her home phone number on the
back, telling her to "check in" the next time she was in the area.
It was with both relief and relish that slut started the van to resume her trip
to Miami. She hadn't counted on being accosted by a horny lesbian cop, and
wasn't at all disappointed that she had been so publicly abused. Surely Miss
Karen would have known such things might happen, what with the minimal amount of
clothing she had been sent off with and the instructions to be accomodating to
all that she met.
Back out on the interstate, a slight smile crossed slut's lips as she thought
about all that she had missed in her old life as a respectable, married school
teacher. She would never look at a run down convenience store the same way
again, let alone a female police officer. The air conditioning felt good. So
much was to happen over the next couple of days that she was filled with
anticipation. She wanted to pick up whatever she was picking up and get back to
meet Miss Karen's "friend". What she faced in Miami she didn't know.
Karen' heart beat with excitement when her cellphone finally rang at about six
p.m. She was not excitable in the least in most circumstances, but the thought
of seeing Tawny again made her feel like a schoolgirl.
