Chapter 22 Old Friends
candi had been mounted to the wall just inside her Mistress's entry for more
than an hour. Over the previous couple of weeks this was where and how she had
spent considerable time. She was sure Mistress was excited at the arrival of
her friend and nervous that everything be "just right". If that "just right"
meant being stuck to the wall with the wicked boots on, then candi could do it.
She still swooned at the memory of how she had spent the afternoon on the
hammock licking, kissing, and stroking her beautiful owner. If she did well,
maybe she could do that again soon, or maybe she could do something else that
would make her happy. In the meantime it was best to stay still as a statue,
just as she had been taught.
Mistress continued to tidy up, even finding a pretty silk scarf to drape around
candi's neck and upper shoulders to conceal the tatoo flowers. Mistress
adjusted her hands and fingers just a bit to ensure they were held at the
perfect angle. In past sessions like this candi was used as a coat hanger.
Mistress would hang her keys from one nipple ring and her cellphone from the
other, then drape her purse over candi's neck and hang a sweater or light jacket
from her hands. candi was always required to be completely still, even to the
point that she could not blink her eyes without doing so carefully and only once
every five minutes or so. Mistress had taught her how to breath slowly without
causing her chest or tummy to rise and fall, and had strengthened her muscles
and her endurance so that she could stay in position with items hanging from her
for a long period of time before any perspiration or signs of exertion became
apparent. Mistress had even experimented by having candi's sister powder her to
see if she could be made to look even more inanimate. Today, though, she was
not powdered but was simply made up. Mistress hadn't the time or patience to
attend to candi as her sister did.
candi faintly thought that the most difficult part of the evening might be
holding the expression her owner had formed on her face. She thought she looked
surprised, with her eyebrows held high, lips held in an oval shape and her
cheeks drawn in a bit. She had gotten accustomed to the inflatable plug that
Mistress mounted to the wall and inserted in her ass to hold her in place. She
couldn't possibly extricate herself from it once it was inflated. candi was
very grateful for the leather strap that surrounded her hips and fastened
securely to the wall on either side. It supported her weight as she leaned
forward, legs spread and pressed against the wall, back arched, and lower arms
held out parallel to the floor. She imagined she looked somewhat like a
department store mannequin, which is what her Mistress wanted.
Karen had spent considerable time both in coming up with uses for candi as well
as thinking of a creative way of presenting her to Tawny. She knew how much
Tawny loved surprises, and had fond memories of times when Tawny surprised her
with some of the things she had done with her slaves. She wondered what had
happened to the beautiful young hispanic girl that had been so deliciously
prepared as a tableau for a dinner buffet. The crab dip that had been stuffed
up her cunt was to die for, and retrieving it on the breadsticks was delightful.
She would have to ask Tawny about that one.
Karen was typically the most decisive of women, except when she got within a
mile of Tawny. Tawny was the only woman that Karen truly respected as an equal,
which went a long way toward explaining her attraction to her. It was more than
just the physical attraction of her exotic, sexy body and sassy attitude. Their
relationship involved a great deal of mental stimulation that they both found
refreshing in a world primarily composed of dullards.
Karen hadn't been able to come to a decision as to what she would do with candi
over the long term. She had been enjoying her simply as a source of pleasure
and entertainment over her hiatus, but would rely on Tawny's input as to what
use candi might be once she had to return to her career. Slut was an entirely
different story, but she did want to talk with Tawny about her as well, as she
presented several attractive options.
Karen saw movement through the glass in the door just before someone gently
knocked. Her heart leaped in pure happiness as she quickly swung the door open.
Tawny had stood back while her new girl knocked, and now curtseyed to Karen
before announcing, "M'lady is delighted to present this wanton harlot for your
use, Madame." Karen burst out laughing. She had a perfect British accent and
was wonderful to behold.
"You have outdone yourself yet again, you bitch!", Karen exclaimed, noting that
Tawny looked as luscious as ever. "She's beautiful!"
"Still, not as beautiful as me, though.", Tawny replied deadpan.
"I dunno.", Karen answered mischieviously. "Tall, young buxom redhead with
freckles and an accent, or short, dark, smolderingly sexy lesbian dominatrix?"
She paused for effect. "I'll take both!"
Tawny stepped past her newest slave, who remained in mid curtsey until given
instructions. She moved straight to Karen and embraced her as the long lost
lover that she really was. She had missed her nordic princess dearly. Karen
took her into her arms and pulled her tightly as their lips locked in a hungry
and needful kiss that expressed many months of longing for each other. By the
time it ended, not only were they short of breath and more than a little
aroused, but both of their witnesses had been affected as well. Candi struggled
to avoid letting her breathing be noticed, but her cunt had warmed up a lot
since she had watched, at least peripherally, her Mistress and her friend kiss.
Their attention turned to her, and it made her nervous.
"I like your hall tree.", Tawny said casually as she curled an arm around
Karen's waist.
"I like your redhead, a lot!", Karen replied.
"Lizbeth, come in and close the door.", Tawny directed.
"Lizbeth? Ha! It's perfect!", Karen exclaimed, laughing. The slave looked
every bit the proper english maid. She was beautiful, full busomed, slim, tall,
blue-eyed, poised, and even had a nice coating of freckles over luminescent
white skin. Tawny had obviously dressed her to convey a bit of victorian
England. Her blouse was a high collared, full sleeved white cotton gauze that
formed itself enticingly around her full, high breasts. She wore a simple black
skirt, no hose, and a pair of full top old-fashion style black pumps. Tawny had
known Karen had a fetish for those shoes and had certainly dressed her slave in
them to please Karen. "Where did you find her?", Karen asked.
"Calcutta, believe it or not. She was auctioned, which is unbelievable. But,
some people will sell anything when they need money.", Tawny answered proudly.
"A broker secured her for me."
Karen looked over the tall beauty critically. She found no flaws. The eyes
were bright and intelligent like her own. They were about the same height and
weight. "What does a honey like that go for these days?"
"I got her for two fifty seven. I thought it was a steal."
"Too rich for my blood.", Karen sighed.
"They probably have a discount for government employees.", Tawny joked.
"Bitch!", Karen responded, smiling. She was so wet! Every second she spent
with Tawny was arousing in some way. She had never been able to understand it.
The Malaysian beauty was strikingly beautiful, especially for a woman so petite.
She looked absolutely dilectable in the little brown silk dress and matching
pumps she wore. Her eyes were large and brown, and the dress matched them
perfectly. Karen wouldn't have been surprised to know Tawny had ordered the
dress made in a material specifically to match her eyes. She had so much money
she didn't know what to do with it, and often undertook such extravagences.
Karen wouldn't complain. She hoped one day to be with Tawny "always and
forevermore", as they sometimes said.
"Where's your other one?", Tawny asked, squeezing Karen tighter.
"I sent her to pick up Henry and Amy. Won't be back until tomorrow.", Karen
answered.
"You mean my friend in Miami is keeping her overnight?"
"Yes. It was the quickest way or I would have had to send her tomorrow morning
for a round trip."
"Oh."
"Problem?"
"No. I just hope she isn't planning on room service and eggs benedict in the
morning. He is a bit over the top at times, my friend down there."
"Whatever. As long as she makes it back in one piece with both of them in good
condition." Karen was genuinely unconcerned by Tawny's comments. She had been
hard on slut and didn't think it a bad thing that she might find it was possible
to do a lot worse than to be owned by Karen. Might be an enlightening
experience for slut.
"This one?" Tawny gestured toward candi, then casually cupped Karen's left
breast in her right hand.
Karen couldn't wait. She patted Tawny's sweet little ass through the thin silk
minidress. "Fell into my lap. Accidentally. She was visiting big sister and,
well..."
"This the one we talked about?" Tawny squeezed Karen's breast, then felt her
ass get squeezed in response.
"Yes." Karen reached over and pulled the scarf off candi, exposing her tatoos.
She draped it over candi's extended arm. "Like I told you, not much to brag
about, other than the taste. It has become quite a little cuntlicker, though."
Candi felt her pulse quicken as she listened to them speak about her.
"Not a bad hall treee, either.", Tawny added.
"We can talk later.", Karen said softly, turning toward Tawny. Those big,
beautiful bedroom eyes looked up at her, full of lust and wanting. She took
hold of the minidress and lifted it straight up and over Tawny's head, leaving
her naked but for the pumps. She was a sight!
Karen carefully draped the dress over candi's right arm, then took Tawny by the
hand and led her into the bedroom.
Slut nervously pulled the van into a littered parking area outside a run-down
warehouse of some kind. She double checked to make sure she had the correct
address, took a deep breath, and climbed out of the van. There were no windows,
no cars, and no other indication that the warehouse was occupied. It seemed to
her to be such an odd place to pick up parcels for Miss Karen. She climbed the
concrete steps toward a door to the left of a small landing. She felt very self
conscious. Despite riding with the air conditioner on high the panties still
contained the large wet spot where her cunt continued to betray her perpetual
state of horniness. The heat and humidity were even more oppressive here than
they had been...wherever that was that she had been accosted by the lesbian
police officer.
She knocked timidly on the door. It opened too quickly. It seemed to her that
it should have taken a while for someone to get to it. A nice looking man in
casual dress invited her in with a sweep of the hand and a smile. She was
relieved by his appearance as well as by the fact that he seemed to have
expected her. And that's all she remembered until she woke up foggy headed and
bleary eyed.
She opened her eyes slowly, almost willing this to be a bad dream. She hadn't
forgotten where her life had left off, and so knew that something had happened
between then and now to cause her to wake up on a concrete floor in a large
cell, naked. That's what she knew without raising her head or rolling her eyes
around. That was what she was satisfied with knowing for a while, at least
until her heart quit pounding and she could take better stock of her overall
condition.
Nothing hurt, except for the throbbing headache that she assumed had something
to do with whatever was used to sedate her. The room was hot and stuffy and it
smelled of sex. She licked her lips and tasted something...familiar. She moved
her hands and feet slightly, testing for restraint. She didn't seem to be bound
in any way. The floor was gritty, as though it hadn't been swept in a very long
time. She lay on her back, and when she first slowly opened her eyes she saw
nothing but a plain concrete ceiling above her, dimly lit. She noticed a
darker, small outline above and around her. Focusing on it, she soon realized
that she must be in a cell of some sort, a four sided one. She could see the
bars rise up and into the concrete ceiling, as though the cell, or whatever it
was, had been built into the construction of the...warehouse, or whatever it was
that she was in. She stretched slightly. It was cum she was tasting! It was
on her lips! She licked them again, searching for more with her eager tongue.
A female voice, not far away, said, "Get up." Whoever it was sounded bored.Slut
blinked a couple of times, feighning more muddle headedness than she actually
felt. She slid her elbows up under her upper body and propped herself up on
them. She was filthy, with dirt and sweat and cum all over her. Her nipples
were hard and red as though they had been recently abused. She knew she had
been well fucked, and was angry to have missed it. Her head felt clearer and
she wasn't'dizzy at all. She could see the woman's legs but was careful not to
look directly at her as she pushed herself up into a sitting position. Rivulets
of jism ran down between her breasts and over her stomach.
Out of the corner of her left eye she saw the legs step quickly toward. She had
just enough time to wince before the hard slap landed across her face, sending
her over onto her right side in a heap. Slut hated and feared being hit more
than almost anything in the world. Tears immediately began to pour out of her
eyes as she sobbed like a child. "Get up.", the voice repeated in the same tone
that she had first heard it. This time she did not dawdle, and quickly rose to
her feet before assuming the position Miss Karen had taught her. When she
spread her feet the required distance, a large glob of cum dropped out of her
cunt and onto the concrete in a loud "splat". Slut was still suffering the
results of being slapped and was more fearful of the situation than humiliated
by it. She was very close to having no shame left in her at all, she briefly
thought, the image of the police officer finger fucking her in the convenience
store parking lot flashed into her mind as though to reinforce the belief.
Keeping her eyes on the floor to her direct front, she was still able to make
out the general shape of the woman and what she was wearing. She seemed to be
middleaged and was dressed in plain clothes. Slut could make out another cell a
short distance away from the one she and the woman occupied. It appeared to
contain four men, strapped to examination tables. She wondered what kind of
bizarre situation she was in. Did Miss Karen know about this? She heard the
distinctive click of a disposable lighter. The woman was lighting a cigarette.
"You are one fine piece of meat.", the woman commented blandly.
Slut inhaled deeply to steady her breathing. She wasn't sure if she should
answer. "Thank you, Miss.", she replied reluctantly.
"Best tan lines I've ever seen on a bitch." The woman took a long draw on the
cigarette, making the embers glow neon orange in the dark warehouse. "I'd like
to see you hanging from them nipples. That'd be a sight."
The woman seemed to be thinking out loud and was not requiring answers. Slut
said nothing as her tears subsided and her nervousness grew. How many men had
fucked her? She heard another splat and could see by where it landed that it
had fallen out of her ass.
"What's your name?"
"slut, Miss."
"Slut?"
"Yes, Miss."
"Well, that's appropriate." The woman laughed hoarsely. There was a certain
rasp to her voice that told of a rough life. "You can look over at the boys in
the next cell. See them?"
Slut glanced up quickly, then back down at the floor in front of her. "Yes,
Miss."
"I'm going to put you in with them. You will get them hard and keep them hard
until you receive further instructions. If any of them have an orgasm you will
be whipped. If any of them go soft once you get them hard you will be whipped.
It's simple. Understand?"
Slut gulped. It was a fearful and fantastic proposition. She felt her cunt
begin to wake up as she just had. "Yes, Miss."
"You are expected to use all your holes and you may use your hands only to hold
their cocks or play with their balls, but you may not jack them off. Do you
understand that?"
"Yes, Miss." Slut knew she sounded a bit too enthusiastic in her reply.
The woman pulled some keyes out of her pocket and reached through the bars to
unlock the cell door opposite slut. She struck slut as the type of woman who
would work as a janitor. She looked and sounded the part, and was even dressed
in what might have been a maintenance uniform with khaki shorts, a navy blue
work shirt, and brown work boots. The woman then unlocked the door to the other
cell and beckoned slut into it. For a brief second slut considered running when
she was between cells. She was sure, though, that the warehouse was well
secured. Besides, she was going to get to play with four cocks, just as she
pleased. Why run away from that? She told herself not to think. She always
failed when she thought too much.
As she entered the cell containing the men she noticed four cameras mounted in
each upper corner. The men were secured at their ankles, knees, waists,
chests, wrists, upper arms, and necks to stainless steel examination tables.
Their heads were completely sheathed in black leather hoods. Slut thought how
very hot and stuffy it must be in them. She recalled being similarly hooded by
Miss Karen and assumed their mouths were filled with rubber penises like hers
had been. They were naked and had been completely shaved. Their bodies
glistened, wet with the perspiration of fear. Their chests rose and fell in
different rhythyms and none apppeared the least bit relaxed. Slut knew they
were not in that cell voluntarily, and wondered if she could get them hard and
keep them that way under such circumstances. She focused on their cocks and
swooned with delight at the sight of them. The men were certainly chosen for
more than just perfectly toned and well conditioned bodies. They were all four
exceptionally well hung. Limp, there was not one cock that was less than six or
seven inches long and all were beautiful to behold. One of the men was black
and three were white. Temporarily lost in her reverie, slut was surprised when
she heard the cell door swing closed behind her. The woman strolled lazily
away, calling back over her shoulder, "Get to it, slut." A second later, before
she had moved, a bank of floodlights that were mounted between each camera
suddenly illuminated the center of the cell so brightly that slut had to squint
until she got used to it. Her first thought was how much hotter the lights
would make it. It must have been ninety degrees already. From across the
warehouse, out of sight, she heard one final utterance from the woman before a
door closed and all was silent. "You can cum as much as you want, slut. Just
be sure not to let any of them get off."
Slut's enthusiasm, already high, suddenly doubled. She could, after all, make
up for the fucking that she missed while she had been incapacitated. It was
almost a dream come true, to be allowed as many orgasms as she wanted. Oh! If
only Miss Karen knew!
The man closest to her was white, and he jerked when she first touched him. She
assumed that they couldn't hear anything while hooded and so hadn't known what
was going on around them at all. Slut smiled as she slid her right hand across
his hard belly and took hold of the base of his cock. She had never gotten to
play with a cock that was hairless before, and now she had four of them, all to
herself. How could she ever keep herself from delivering the cum she so
desperately craved? She leaned forward, admiring the bright pink, well crowned
head of the meaty cock. She lowered her lips down over the head and slowly
dragged her tongue around it's rim until, to her relief, she felt the slightest
little surge in the beast. She pushed firmly down on the base, stretching the
skin into a smooth shaft of glistening man meat. She lifted her head and blew
softly over the moistened head, feeling it twitch again as it began to stiffen.
Turning her head sideways, she wrapped her lips around the underside of the
shaft and began nibbling her way up to the head, then back again. Using this
treatment she brought the thing to it's full, proud length, which she guessed
was ten inches. Slut had to keep reminding herself not to stroke it. It seemed
a shame that such a useful tool in the giving of pleasure would be witheld.
Once satisfied that the man was fully aroused and not likely to deflate quickly,
slut became preoccupied with moving on to the next cock. It was equally long
and thick when flaccid, but carried a bulbous head that slut was anxious to get
into her cunt. She simply loved cocks of all variety, and she loved them most
when they were filling her in one way or another. The cock she moved to now was
made for fucking. She imagined it capable of delivering devastating thrusts.
The second man hadn't expected or known of her presence, either. But, like the
first, he soon became little more than the thing that was attached to the
throbbing cock she was tormenting. Slut found that, once erect, she could not
fit her lips over the head of the purple monster. So, she climbed atop the
steel table and straddled the buff, slick body of the bound captive that the
current object of her lust belonged to. When she lowered herself over the
thing, another glob of cum slid out of her slackened hole and dropped on the
man's smooth thigh. Like a bird spotting a spring worm, slut quickly pounced,
gathering it onto her fingers and pushing them deeply into her mouth. She
relished the taste as it swirled around and around in her mouth before
swallowing to allow it to coat her throat.
She placed her cunt over the head and watched her lips stretch out widely to try
to accommodate it. She had never seen or felt them so distended. She lowered
herself beyond the point of feeling pain, knowing that she could not be
leisurely about getting the thing inside her. She glanced nervously to her left
to see that her first friend of the evening was losing interest quickly. Now
sensing what sort of a game she had found herself in, she forced herself to bear
whatever might come by dropping her weight down fully over the orange-sized head
and feeling it pass quickly up through her until she bottomed out with it deep
inside her. The pain came only then, but she managed it without having to cry
out. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she placed her hands on the man's
upper abdomen and began pumping the length of his shaft with her cunt. "Oh,
God!", she thought, "I don't want to stop!". The huge head felt like a bowling
ball inside her, completely filling her cunt channel from top to bottom with
every thrust.
She leapt from it with a sucking pop to step across to the first man and lower
herself on his flagging but still semihard cock. When he was fully sheathed
within her she sat down firmly on his body and rotated her hips front to back,
side to side, and in a circular motion until she felt him harden up. Then, she
raised herself up verify that he was at his full length before beginning to fuck
him in earnest. She hoped to get him to a sustainable point before, hopefully,
moving on to number three before number two began to tire. So, she rode him for
just a few seconds longer before jumping off and onto the concrete again.
She padded quickly over to number three, the black man, and stuffed his limp
dick into her mouth for an impatient swirling session accompanied by fleeting
glances back over at numbers two and one. This cock was nice, too. She liked
black cocks that were really black, as this one was. They made her feel
so...so...nasty! There was no time to admire her new friend, though, as she
needed to get it up and going without having to backtrack. Already she was
categorizing which ones she was going to put into her ass. The black cock
stiffened nicely but proved to be extraordinarily thick as well as long. She
guessed it to be...well, it didn't matter. They were all big. Very big. She
licked and sucked on the thing while squeezing and tickling the monstrous balls
that fed it. Now this one was hard. Two was still hard, just as she had left
it. One was giving way already, but she might have time to get number four
going before attending to number one again. The enthusiasm she felt earlier
was beginning to wane, but she was hopeful that once she got them all situated
and could get into a rhythym, all would be well.
Soon enough she had the fourth cock standing tall and decided that it was time
to make for more play and less work for herself. She moved quickly back to the
first man and climbed up onto the table he was strapped to. She couldn't
believe she was permitted to have as many orgasms as she liked. Her cunt had
been neglected for so long that she was anxious to get busy fucking the men and
to get some satisfaction for herself. She straddled the guy and reached down
between her legs to steady his huge cock as she lowered herself over it. Her
cunt was sore and felt stretched from whatever had happened while she had been
unconscious, but she didn't care in the least. She pushed the head back and
forth between the folds of her wet lips and relished the ability to rub her clit
as much as she liked at the same time. What a wonderful sensation!
The warehouse attendant snacked on a bag of chips while watching the whore
perform on the video monitor. The latest collection of acquisitions needed, as
usual, to have their minds and cocks occupied while arrangements were worked out
for their distribution. The attendant was glad to hand that responsibility over
to a slave rather than do it herself. She normally went about the task in a
workmanlike fashion; stroking and teasing them for most of her twelve hour
shift. She had been doing it for a number of years and saw it as nothing more
than a mechanical requirement of her duties. It did nothing to arouse or
interest her. Watching the nasty whore perform was as close a thing to
entertainment as she might get in a few weeks, for all she knew. She wasn't
jealous of the pleasure the whore seemed to be getting out of the task. Since
being desexed she had found life to be much simpler. It was preferable to the
constant longing for stimulation she knew the sexy-but-filthy whore suffered
every waking minute of every day. It was necessary for those that had use in
them, she knew. But, well past her prime and never of a quality of the cunt she
watched, she was grateful to be able to continue to provide valuable service
even if it meant being locked inside a warehouse the rest of her life.
She smiled faintly as she watched the cunt begin to ride the first long cock up
and down it's considerable length. If the slave didn't pace herself, she might
just end up exhausted before her task was through.
