CHAPTER 23 Interlude
Ever since Tawny first seduced Karen in their sophomore year in college, their
sexual encounters had resembled a battle for supremacy. That first time had
been a real struggle in which Karen resisted with all her strength before Tawny
finally wore her down and took her, there on the dorm room floor. Neither had
been the same since. They both understood, deep down, that they couldn't
tolerate each other over the long term. Two such dominant personalities as
theirs would always find conflict. But, the sparks that flew when they were
together for short periods of time burned as brightly as any either had known.
They loved each other dearly, and they lusted for each other endlessly. It was
the nonsexual aspects of life that they both knew would get in the way if they
ever tried to live together.
For Lizbeth and candi the sounds emanating from what must be the master bedroom
were troubling. It sounded as though there was a struggle going on, and
although no words were spoken, there were plenty of exclamations, grunts,
groans, and eventually two very loud orgasms that aroused them both just by
listening.
candi, of course, could not move despite the fact that she more than perceived
that the redhead off to her right wouldn't know the difference, and was probably
as helpless as she was. candi simply concentrated on being the best hall tree
she could be. That was what her owner wanted. That was how she would avoid the
bad things that could happen to her. But, oh, how things hurt to be so very
still!
Lizbeth was a well trained, veteran slave. Despite her young age and fresh
look, she never had doubts as to what to do in a given situation and knew this
was simply a time to stay in position and wait. When her mistress got the
pleasantries of getting reacquanted with her old friend, they would find a use
for Lizbeth. The creature attached to the wall was beneath her and so she
ignored it.
Karen finally rolled off Tawny, gasping for breath. She was the victor this
time, ending up on top and having controlled the tempo. She knew Tawny hated to
lose, but when they both had orgasms like that, who cared? "Bitch.", Karen
muttered. "Cunt.", Tawny replied. They both laughed.
"Who sharpens your teeth?", Karen joked. "Did you bite my clit completely off
or did you leave a little for later?"
"Oh, I'm listening to the lamentations of Lady Dracula? Miss "I'll bite you on
the neck because that's how I like it?" Tawny answered sarcastically.
They both sighed together, chuckling a little as they exhaled.
"You know I still hate being scratched.", Tawny mentioned.
"That's why I scratch you every chance I get!" Karen dragged her nails,
clawlike, down Tawny's upper leg.
"Why can't I find a sub as sexy as you?", Karen asked. It was a question Tawny
had heard a hundred times. She gave the same answer as always. "Because you
couldn't have so much fun looking!"
"What about this new one?" Tawny asked. "Slut?"
"Yes, slut. She's a cock whore."
"Too bad."
"Uh huh."
"Your hall tree out there?"
"Well...she tastes good. I need to talk to you about them."
"Talky talky talky.", Tawny rolled over on top of Karen, lowering her wet cunt
down onto Karen's face while pushing her upper body up. "How about you get busy
talking to Miss Daisy?"
Karen's laugh was muffled by the deliciously smooth, wet flesh that surrounded
her mouth, and pushed her tongue deeply into "Miss Daisy" for that little talk.
Slut was relieved that all of her four hard cocks were staying up long enough
now for her to enjoy them. She had rotated across them four times now, fucking
them in long, wonderful strokes. She realized her real challenge now was to
prevent them from coming. Though she would have loved to take them over the
edge and to have them coat her throat with their cum, she was mindful of the
threat to be hung from her tits if it happened. So, she raised and lowered
herself over each cock no more than eight to ten times before stepping over to
the next pleasure pole for a ride on it. All the while she was playing with her
clit and pinching and pulling on her nipples. She had neared one orgasm but
let it slip away rather than continue to ride the cock she was on. She was
greatly enjoying herself despite all of the fear and trepidation that remained
buried somewhere within her. Somehow she had learned that the first priority is
not to think about anything more than the task at hand, and to do that task as
well as possible. So, wherever she was and whatever was going to happen had
little bearing on this rare opportunity to use four huge, hard cocks in almost
any manner she would like to, except for the restriction that they not be
allowed to spew forth their contents.
She tried not to wonder about the four men that were attached to the great
cocks. It was obvious to her that they were not bound to the tables voluntarily
and that her task of getting and keeping them hard was part of someone's plan.
She wondered, as she groaned aloud while descending down over the largest slick
pole in temporary inventory, what Miss Karen knew about this...or her friend.
She looked up through the glaring lights at the cameras and couldn't help but
smile. It was a decadent thing, what she was doing. But, it was under duress,
wasn't it? She had been threatened. She supposed, under those circumstances,
that it was okay if she happened to enjoy what she was doing. She had been
taken away from her old life. Maybe not the same as these men, but it had all
turned out okay...so far. She was always fearful of displeasing her Mistress
and of being punished. But she had never felt so alive in her life. She was
dwelling in a world of extremes rather than in a mundane one. And, today, or
tonight, whichever it was, she got to be a fucking machine.
Her nipples hardened all the more at the thought. A fucking machine. All of
her holes. Four men. Captives. Hard cocks. Huge ones. For
her...to...ride... and...suck and lick and... She felt herself rising again
toward an orgasm and quickly calculated whether to risk it. She was on her
fourth or fifth stroke and decided that if it was going to happen, it should
happen now...quickly. She pushed her right breast up toward her mouth and took
the long, meaty nipple between her lips and began to suckle it as though she
were a starving hyena. Sure that she was properly balanced, she began slapping
at her clit and twisting her left nipple in a frenzy of lust that propelled her
almost instantly up and over her threshold and into a long, shuddering, and
completely mind-numbing orgasm. She found her entire body rigid and shaking,
unable to move until it washed completely over her and subsided. Her first
rational thought was to get off the cock and milk it quickly with her hands
until it shot straight down her throat. She could see herself gobbling up the
thick sperm and swallowing it eagerly. Then the thought of what it would be
like to be hung from her tits convinced her to simply continue performing her
task and to dismount this one for the purpose of mounting the next one. She
looked around at the three unused cocks around her and licked her lips. She was
a fucking machine.
After abusing each other for more than an hour, Tawny and Karen finally rolled
off the sweat-dampened bed. Each bore the scratches, bite marks, and small
bruises that tended to accompany their trysts. They were both tired. Karen
decided to take a long shower while Tawny padded naked out to the entry way
where she had left Lizbeth and the human hall tree. She sent the former off to
bathe her friend and planned to pass some time exploring this..."candi".
Tawny viewed the slave critically from several angles. She removed the scarf
that Karen had so artfully arranged on the thing, and freed the creature of it's
burdens. Though Karen hadn't yet fully elaborated on her questions, Tawny knew
what concerned her anyway. Karen's hiatus from her intelligence work would soon
enough be over and it would be time for her to divest herself of her two
summertime diversions; The Sisters Slut And Candi. Karen had been acquiring
and discarding slaves for more than a dozen years now, and more often than not
Tawny was consulted in some way about what should be done to or with them.
Tawny lived in the BDSM/slavery realm full time and had developed an extensive
list of contacts and associates the world over. She had a good eye for value
and could have made a decent living as a broker if she weren't already as rich
as she wanted to be.
This cunt was not especially notable. Tawny sampled her juices and did find
them unique, but knew a tasty pussy was not a marketable asset. The floral
tattoo was detrimental as well. Though she brought her own tattoo kit at
Karen's request, she didn't see much that could be done to enhance anything
about the creature. It was not an attractive thing, though it was not ugly.
She simply couldn't identify any redeeming qualities that would put it in any
category other than simple labor or some of the darker options. This was new
for Karen, as every previous acquisition had been preselected for the kinds of
attributes that were attractive to both Karen and potential buyers.
This...candi...had simply been an accidental add-on. Tawny wondered, though she
knew her friend quite well, how Karen would react to the news that this cunt's
future was likely to be a tough and fairly short one.
Tawny knelt and reached between the mounted cunt's legs where the rubber bulb
hung from the tube leading to the anal plug that kept the creature firmly
attached to the wall. She released the little air plug, allowing the thing to
deflate, then pulled the cunt down by it's nipple rings onto it's knees.
"Tongue.", she said. The tongue sprang forth instantaneously. Tawny took hold
of the heavy ring mounted in the end of the tongue and stood to pull the animal
by it's tongue around the house. She simply wanted to get acquainted with the
interior and to find a comfortable place to rest for a while. She settled into
a nice peach colored leather sofa and slid her hips up to the edge of the
cushion while positioning the slave between her legs. "Nose in cunt, tongue in
ass.", she said simply.
Karen had gotten quite good at the psychological aspects of twisting fairly
normal minds into depraved obedient ones. So, it came as no surprise to Tawny
that this white, shaved thing did not hesitate to put it's nose in her pussy and
tongue on her tight little asshole. Tawny rested her feet on the cunt's back
and ordered it to "lick". She loved to pass time this way, although her
preference was to have a tongue that is unencumbered by a ring. The deep
probing that she liked was more difficult and less pleasant with a ring
installed. So, she limited her direction to this cunt to simple,
straightforward, rhythymic licking.
candi was so very grateful to be taken off the wall and used. The woman was so
beautiful, even prettier than her owner! She was happy to be between her legs
and happy to be of service. She pushed saliva out onto her tongue and slathered
it all around the musky little hole and licked it up and down, around and
around, up and down, around and around, just as the woman directed, for what
seemed to candi to be a very long time.
Karen greatly enjoyed the professional attentions of Lizbeth. Not only was she
lovingly bathed and massaged in the shower, but Lizbeth patted her dry, brushed
her hair, powdered her, and helped her into a short satin robe. Tawny's slaves
always made Karen long for the time when she wouldn't be caught in the cycle of
acquiring, training, and moving slaves in short cycles during her breaks. She
could never get hers to the level of performance that Tawny enjoyed. That was
to be expected, she knew. Karen left Lizbeth naked, kissing her on the lips in
thanks for the expert performance. She took her hand and walked through the
house to find Tawny and candi in her den.
"Well, this proves you're the true bitch.", Karen snapped in feigned anger. "I
treat your slaves like gold and you have mine licking your ass."
Tawny simply smiled back. She was content.
Karen placed Lizbeth off to the side and sat down beside Tawny, draping her left
arm over her lover's neck and brushing her hair off her forehead. "Thanks.",
Karen whispered softly. "Lizbeth is great. Can I have her.?"
Tawny laughed softly. It was a running joke between them. Karen was always
asking if she could have one or the other of Tawny's slaves. "When you retire,
maybe?", Tawny answered as she always did. "What are you waiting for, anyway?
I'm sure I've made you enough money in sales to retire, so who needs that
piddling government pension?"
"You know I'm waiting to get a crack at the big boy.", Karen cooed.
"You've kicked enough Arabs in the balls these last few years, Karen. They may
never find him!" She glanced sideways at Karen.
"Well, I have a feeeeeeling...", Karen said softly.
"You're always so damned circumspect! Do they know where he is?"
"That's beyond me, and I say no more."
"Cunt!"
"Bitch!"
They laughed together and began to reminisce about old times.
Slut had no clue how long she had been fucking her four captive cocks. She
was, however, counting her orgasms and had managed five so far. She was tiring
and her cunt was getting sore, so she had finally had to revert back to using
her mouth to keep the boys up. It was strange to lick and suck her own juices
off the huge rods, at least until she had them completely clean. It made her
think of Miss Karen and how much she wished she would be used more to give her
owner pleasure. She was sure she could do as well as her little piggie sister
candi. The image of Miss Karen and candi in the hammock when slut had left for
the trip to Miami popped into her head, delivering along with it a wave of envy
and a sense of failure. She would take full advantage of any chance she got to
service Miss Karen. After all, she had made the skinny police officer happy,
hadn't she? Without knowing how long she would be required to perform on the
four cocks, she could not design a plan for when she would take them into her
ass. She knew that once she started she had to continue until the task was
over. She certainly didn't want to have to lick them or put her cunt on them
after her ass had been working them. She thought too that maybe only one of
them would be easy to work into her backside, and wondered if the rules she had
been given meant that every cock had to be in every hole or if she simply had to
use every hole to keep all the cocks hard. When would she be allowed to go?
She worried about Miss Karen and her friend and what she might be missing. She
felt so left out. What was this place? She quickly realized she was thinking
too much again and decided to be thankful at this opportunity to be licking and
sucking such wonderful specimens of the male organ. Not many girls got this
chance, she told herself.
candi's tongue was completely numb by the time her owner's friend took hold of
it again and led her quickly into the guest bathroom. She had overheard a bit
of conversation between them in which the woman had told Miss Karen that she
hadn't put a drop of piss into a toilet in three years. It was not until the
woman positioned her so that the back of her neck rested on the front edge of
the toilet bowl that she understood what the statement had meant. She pressed
her lips tightly over the woman's cunt when it was lowered down onto her face
and drank eagerly when the hot piss filled her mouth. As ordered she licked the
woman clean and stayed in position to receive the piss of both her owner and the
other woman whose name candi couldn't remember. After they had all emptied
their bladders into her, she was ordered out onto a coffee table and put into
position on all fours. Though her ability to follow conversations was not what
it had once been, she was able to understand that they were talking about her by
picking up snippets of what they were saying.
"...too small to be of much use as a laborer..."
"...simply not attractive enough to serve in a sexual capacity..."
"...could be of use on one of the asian assembly lines..."
"...even with some radical body modifications there wouldn't be much value..."
"...maybe for torture training..."
"...those people are savages..."
"...probably the best you could do is fifty thousand for this one..."
"...I hope you haven't grown attached to it..."
candi's conditioning had dramatically altered her cognitive abilities, so she
was not able to completely grasp the nature of the conversation. What she could
understand was enough to make her fearful that bad things might happen to her.
She was powerless to do anything about it, though. Other than faintly grasp
that her future may be quite different from her present circumstances.
After the conversation ended her owner led her to the garage and secured her in
the little hut that had become a comfortable and safe haven for her over the
past several weeks. She fell asleep listening to the soft static that was a
constant companion during all of her hours alone inside her little pen.
slut was frozen in a painful contraction as she squatted over the cock she had
chosen to take into her ass. It was the smallest of the four, and she had
gotten overenthusiastic about taking it. Now, with three quarters of it up her
ass, she had to wait for the contraction to pass before lowering herself down
any further. To help speed the process she pulled and pinched her nipples and
rubbed her clit somewhat frantically. She didn't have time to waste on
contractions when any of the three other cocks might start to go soft on her.
The men at times seemed very tired and she was sure she was keeping them awake.
They must have been through a lot. She wondered what time it was, and realized
she had no idea whether it was day or night. She had no clue how long she had
been unconscious earlier. It might have been for an hour or a day.
She felt herself loosening and the contraction begin to ebb, so she slowly
lowered herself down the last three inches of cock until she had taken all of
it. It was with a great deal of satisfaction that she raised herself steadily
up until just the head remained within her distended hole, then lowered herself
down all the way to the base again. What a nasty, nasty thing she was doing.
She felt wonderful to be so completely stuffed and wished she could have a cock
just as large in her cunt at the same time.
After riding up and down on the cock for five or six long strokes she wanted
more, and decided to hop over to the next largest penis and sample how it would
feel in her now relaxed ass. She spit heavily onto both palms and lubricated
the huge cock with her saliva before guiding it's head up through her anal ring.
She groaned softly as she lowered herself, slowly taking the larger cock up into
her bowels inch by exquisite inch. It was stretching her to her limit, she
thought, and it was great to be able to control the tempo to maximize her
pleasure and minimize the pain.
As she was riding this cock up and down she heard footsteps approaching from
behind. Looking over her shoulder she could see it was the woman that had given
her instructions earlier. Though she felt more than a bit humiliated to be ass
fucking the huge cock with the woman watching, she knew she had no choice and so
continued to impale herself on the thing until told to do otherwise.
The woman unlocked and entered the cell area containing slut and the four
captive men. She was carrying a bucket full of soapy water and a scrub brush,
which she placed on the floor beside the first table. She sounded bored when
she spoke. "It's time for you to scrub them. Make sure they are as clean as
you can get them. When they are done, scrub yourself." With that, the woman
turned and ambled out through the cell door, locking it behind her. She
disappeared again into the darkness.
slut knew an order when she heard it, so reluctantly pulled herself off the cock
and instantly regretted having to stop. She hated feeling empty after being
filled for so long. It was even worse than how she felt after Miss Karen had
made her wear an anal plug for a long time then removed it. The scrub brush was
especially stiff. She cringed at the thought of using it on herself. She
thought it was probably for horses or tires or something.
She tried to be gentle to the men with the fantastic cocks. But, that was
impossible. Everywhere that she scrubbed them, even with the lightest pressure,
their skin was left a bright pink from the irritation. But, they were clean, at
least so far as the areas she could get to. She couldn't bear to use the brush
on their cocks so took advantage of the chance to stroke them with her soapy
hands. She kept them hard that way, and reasoned that technically she had not
been told to discontinue keeping them aroused. She toyed with their shaven
balls when she thought she could sneak a feel here and there. It was a
pleasurable experience for her, washing those four hard bodies.
Eventually she had to admit to herself that she had spent all the time she could
in getting them as clean as possible. Although they remained soapy, she had no
way to rinse them and had to get around to cleaning up her own filthy body to
satisfy her instructions. She deeply feared that she might not get another
chance to have an orgasm for quite some time. So, she decided to give herself
one more while she still could. She knew she would have to conceal it and to
suppress it as much as possible. Though it had not been forbidden, it did
violate her standing instructions from Miss Karen.
slut tried the scrub brush on her lower legs and found that it was quite stiff
and harsh on her skin. She knew, though, that there was nothing better than a
stiff brush for getting clean, and she was filthy. So, she continued scrubbing
her legs from the bottom up and found the brush particularly painful when she
got to the tender skin of her inner thighs. Painful in a good way, she thought.
As her inner thighs heated up from the abuse, she noticed her nipples stiffening
and her clit beginning to tingle. She reached behind her and ran the brush over
her ass, feeling it heat up, then sawed it roughly back and forth between her
ass cheeks. She spasmed in pain as it menaced her tender, stretched asshole.
Arching her back a bit, she was able to push the brush through and bring it into
contact with her cunt. By then her clit was peeking out from it's hood, begging
for attention. Leaning back just a bit while spreading her legs wide, she
thrust the brush up from behind at an extreme angle and ground it ruthlessly
over her swollen, abused cunt and nearly dropped the brush when it ripped across
her hard clit.
Throwing her head back, her entire body shuddered in a rolling, thunderous
orgasm that came so suddenly and so strongly that she was not at all prepared.
Involuntarily she screamed out in pain and pleasure as her body shook and
trembled in the aftershocks of her unauthorized deed.
Fear overtook her and she resumed bathing herself with a good bit more
gentleness than she had allowed herself previously. She loved her body; her
blonde hair, firm and shapely legs, flat belly, shaved cunt, her tan lines,
even her exceptionally long and thick nipples. It belonged to Miss Karen, who
had for all intents and purposes created it. slut wondered as she tried to wash
out her hair if she had somehow crossed into a new realm. She had never hurt
herself on purpose before. What was happening to her?
She heard the footsteps approaching again...
