CHAPTER 24 Home Sweet Home
slut knew almost immediately that she had somehow been sedated again. She
couldn't remember how, and didn't much care to as long as the cobwebs and
throbbing drumbeat of a splitting headache plagued her. She opened her eyes
reluctantly, not sure she wanted to know where she was. She was laying on a
hard surface, but it was warm rather than cold, and it felt like...she could see
the interior roof of the minivan and understood with some relief she was inside
the cargo area of it, just behind the two front seats. There were boxes to her
left, fairly large ones. Two of them. Something was...a piece of paper was
pinned to her top...she was dressed in her cotton panties and t-shirt. They
were clean, but wet. She had been sweating. It was too warm...very stuffy.
She pulled the note off and looked at it. It was a simple map, directing her to
I-95 northbound. Nothing else. It wasn't quite dark, or it wasn't quite light
outside. She had no clue what day it was, let alone whether it was morning or
evening. She sat up slowly enough so as not to cause her head to burst, and saw
that nothing outside the van was the slightest bit familiar. It appeared to be
sitting at the end of a dead-end alley, surrounded by delapidated buildings.
She felt the dull ache in her cunt and ass and was reminded of what she had been
doing with the four men. She had no clue where that had happened, and doubted,
now that she could see how it had all ended up, that she would ever be able to
provide any worthwhile information about what little she had seen during her
brief time in Miami. Now, she knew, she had to get back to Miss Karen's home
with the delivery she had been sent to pick up. What could be in such crates?
After a few minutes of sorting things out and allowing herself to return to
reality, she found the keys in the ashtray, climbed into the driver's seat,
started the van, and headed toward "home".
Tawny hadn't returned to slut's old home to spend the evening, and had spent the
night in Karen's bed, with Lizbeth sleeping on the floor at the foot of the bed
and candi locked up in her little piggie hut in the garage. Karen slept better
than she had in months, and awoke feeling a contentment that only manifested
itself when she was close to Tawny. She pulled the blanket up over Tawny's
shoulders and slipped out of bed to have Lizbeth prepare a pot of coffee. slut
would be home sometime this morning, she knew, along with henry and amy. Karen
pulled on her short satin robe, prodded Lizbeth awake with her foot, and padded
quietly into the kitchen.
Karen and Tawny had always shared their subs as though there was no difference
who they belonged to. Lizbeth was a compelling young lady and Karen looked
forward to getting to know her better. Tawny wouldn't mind.
She was impressed by how quickly Lizbeth had awakened and jumped up to follow
her into the kitchen. It indicated a sense of servitude that ran so deeply into
the girl's psyche that it even pervaded her sleep. When one sleeps as though
one were a slave, one does not awaken surprised by her lot in life. It was a
small but noteworthy detail, Karen thought.
The red-headed beauty had slept in a cotton nightdress that was every bit as
victorian in design as Lizbeth was in her look. Karen patiently lifted it up at
the hem and pulled it over Lizbeth's head and off, tossing it onto the back of a
chair. The creature actually blushed! That was refreshing, especially for a
slave so well trained and experienced as this one. There was still a bit of
modesty left in her.
"You are going to be my coffee girl, Lizbeth. Every morning at six a.m. you'll
awaken and make a pot of coffee just the way I am going to show you. Do you
understand?"
"Yes M'Lady.", Lizbeth replied confidently, but in a very respectful tone.
Karen smiled to herself. Tawny always found the best ones. With her kind of
money....
Karen finished her brief period of instruction and tried to think of something
fun she could do with Lizbeth while the coffee brewed. Her perfect white skin
just begged for some color. With a twirl of her finger Karen caused Lizbeth to
begin to rotate slowly in place so that she could get a nice look at her. She
was exquisite, especially that waist! "Lizbeth, have you been corsetted?"
"Oh, yes, M'Lady. Extensively, if this humble handmaiden may so very
respectfully add."
Karen was taken aback at the manner in which the girl so adroitly expanded her
answer. Nevertheless...
"Is it your habit to provide brief and accurate answers to questions or to go on
and on as you just did?", Karen asked casually. The girl had a quick mind, and
Karen saw it working.
"This servant was in error M'Lady." She bowed slightly.
Karen wondered if the fluttering eyelids were part of an act. She reacted
poorly when she felt she was being played by a mere slave. But, she couldn't be
sure. She didn't know this one.
"How extensively were you corsetted?"
"Three years, M'Lady.", Lizbeth answered carefully.
"What is your waist size?"
"Twenty inches, M'Lady."
"I must say it is very nice, Lizbeth. Particularly on one with breasts and hips
such as yours. Quite a pleasing contrast."
"Thank you, M'Lady." She blushed again.
Karen knew that blushing was very difficult to fake, so at least as far as that
went, the girl was being real. It would not hurt to bring her down a peg or two
though, Karen thought. She took Lizbeth by the wrist and led her into the
garage, which was already quite stuffy. It was going to be an exceptionally hot
and humid day, Karen knew. Better take care to see that the pig was kept well
hydrated, she reminded herself. In the meantime, though, she wanted to fit
Lizbeth with one of her favorite devices.
She unlocked a large cabinet in which she stored many of her training implements
and removed the device from it. She held it up for Lizbeth to see.
"Ever seen one of these?", she asked, already knowing the answer.
"No, M'Lady.", Lizbeth answered nervously.
Karen lifted it higher with her left hand, reserving her right to gesture to the
appropriate parts of the item as she described them. "I had this made in
Copenhagen to my own specifications. It's quite simple, really. As you can see
the two cuffs here lock around the ankles and are joined together by the steel
rod that will keep your feet separated by about two feet. Note the pivot points
where the rod and cuffs join?"
"Yes, M'Lady."
"And, as you can see, the cuff rod contains a pivot in the center to which the
vertical shaft is attached." Karen drew her fingers upward along the thin metal
rod toward the top. She smiled broadly at Lizbeth, who blushed again in reply.
"It's topped by these two metal phalluses mounted on the smaller rod...", she
tipped the smaller rod to show how it would rock back and forth just a bit.
"...and, here, the angle of the phalluses can be adjusted to conform to any
desired angle. What do you think the purpose of this device is, Lizbeth?"
Lizbeth's mind worked quickly through the options. "It appears to be a humbling
device, M'Lady.", she answered quite seriously.
"Correct!", Karen exclaimed in false enthusiasm. "And you win the prize!"
She presented the chrome plated steel phalluses, each about eight inches in
length, to Lizbeth's lips to have them lubricated with her saliva. Clearly
worried, Lizbeth obediently took them both in her mouth in turn and sucked and
licked them as though they were real. It was what was expected, but it did
arouse a bit of excitement in Karen. Next she had the girl spread her legs
widely and bend at the waist. Walking around behind her, she adjusted the
phalluses the proper distance from each other after positioning them at the
slave's cunt and asshole, then slowly but insistently pushed them up into the
bitch until they were deeply inserted. With the longer vertical rod roughly
parallel to the floor, she gently rotated the cuff end of it downward, causing
Lizbeth's upper body to straighten up to maintain alignment with the steel
dildos that were buried in her cunt and ass. Karen buckled the cuffs around the
girl's ankles and that was that.
"Take a stroll around, Lizbeth. Tell me what you think.", Karen said, as though
she were a car salesman suggesting a test drive.
With her feet pivoting on each other and the vertical shaft riding on the
horizontal one that joined them, she had to shuffle her feet in circular motions
to move forward, but each time she raised a foot to shuffle, the steel cocks
were forced more deeply into her. By moving she was made to feel exceptionally
awkward but at the same time was essentially fucking herself. Worst of all was
the fact that she knew she would have to keep her upper body completely upright
as she could not bend over with the shiny metal cocks impaling her as they were.
So, even with her hands completely free, she could not reach the ankle cuffs to
undo them even if she were invited to. It was a unique device that she had
never seen before, and she had to give her owner's friend a great deal of credit
for the ingenuity it's design displayed. Not to mention the devious nature of
the mind behind the design. Though she would have preferred not to have been
the present victim of the diabolical thing, there was nothing she could do but
try to please. She noted as she shuffled around in a circle that Mistress Karen
was pulling out a cane as well as what appeared to be a long, black skirt. The
observation proved to be correct, and soon the entirety of the wicked device was
completely concealed beneath the skirt. Gesturing with the cane, Mistress
Karen directed her to return to the kitchen. She found it maddening how slowly
she was forced to move in order to cover even the short distance to the door
that led into the house. She imagined herself looking like a handicapped or
injured person and wondered what purpose the cane was to serve.
Karen took the opportunity to pull the pig out of it's hut and lead it by it's
leash through the back door of the garage and into the back yard. She dropped
the leash in the grass, saying "go pee now." God, it was hot! For as early as
it was, it must have been ninety degrees already! She enjoyed it when the
piggie's skin glistened as it did now, slick with perspiration. There was not
an ounce of fat left on the little cunt, and Karen was satisfied that the third
application of the permanent depilatory had worked and that not a hair would
ever grow again anywhere on the pig, let alone it's chinny chin chin. Karen was
surprised to hear herself giggling. She hadn't known until then that her mood
was so good. It's Tawny. I'm always happy when she is with me, or I am with
her, and we have our slaves to toy with.
After the pig peed she hosed it off with the garden hose and chained it to a
stake in the ground under the shade of the large magnolia tree in the rear of
the yard. She put a bucket of water next to it in case it got thirsty. She
patted it on it's head and returned to the house for her first cup of coffee of
the day.
She found Lizbeth sobbing silently in the kitchen. "What's the trouble, dear?",
Karen asked, sounding like Joan Cleaver. She was pouring her coffee before
Lizbeth began to answer.
"This...handmaiden...fears that,... M'Lady forgive me! Fears that Mistress will
be angry that this handmaiden has not served M'Lady well."
Really, they were all alike. Stupid. Karen sipped her coffee, choosing not to
react. The cunt was haughty after all and was disappointed that all of her
high-brow training didn't count for a thing when it came to Mistress Karen.
She'll get used to me, Karen thought. Maybe.
She pulled a little white tank top out of her dirty clothes hamper and tossed it
to Lizbeth. "Put this on. You have an errand to run."
Once it was on and nicely exposing the contours of Lizbeth's ample breasts and
pretty nipples, Karen handed her the cane. "Over in the other house there is a
large tupperware container in the freezer. Get it and bring it back. Oh! I
forgot shoes!"
Karen quickly retrieved Lizbeth's heels from the floor of the bedroom and put
them on her. She stood, sipping her coffee while watching the pretty thing
struggle to get to the entry door to begin her long journey over to slut's
former home and back. Karen knew it would take a very long time, sweating would
make the tank top transparent before she got halfway across the yard, and for
all intents and purposes, anyone who saw her at that hour would assume she
suffered from some horrible, crippling accident or degenerative disease. What a
shame. As the creature finally made her way through the door and out into the
heat, Karen could see that she was still sobbing. Not such a perfect
acquisition, after all, she thought. She went to the sunroom to watch piggie
while she finished her coffee.
Tawny awoke, smelling the coffee and following her nose into the kitchen. She
poured herself a cup, wondering where Lizbeth was. She found Karen sitting
contentedly in the sunroom and couldn't help but pull open her robe and kiss her
gently on her rosy nipples. "What's a girl have to do to get some service
around here?", she asked softly. "I had to pour my own coffee!"
"You have to do better than that!", Karen answered.
"Bitch", Tawny hissed.
"Cunt", Karen answered instantly.
They both laughed.
Tawny sat next to Karen. "You don't mind my outfit, do you?", she asked in mock
concern.
"I might if you were wearing one. As it is, I have no complaints."
Karen leaned over to kiss Tawny. It was a kiss that communicated love, and
Tawny was touched by it. "My goodness Karen. I might wonder if you'd grown a
heart by that kiss."
"Maybe I'm growing up."
"Or, maybe you're getting old and looking for a way to settle down and get out
of government work."
"Who works for the government?", Karen smiled.
"Nobody in this room, I'm sure.", Tawny answered deadpan.
Karen poured her a cup. "I'm thinking about it."
"About what?"
"Your offer...you know..."
"Oh, plllllllease! Don't waste my time! I've heard that a hundred times!"
"Well, I was thinking. Seriously. It is kind of a good time to end my career,
after this last stint I think I will have done everything I intended to do. A
promotion would ruin it, and they are talking about one for me."
Tawny sipped on the coffee, thinking. "Hmmm?"
"So, maybe we could work something out."
Tawny was almost beside herself with the excitement of knowing Karen was finally
coming around, after all those years. She would not let on how she felt,
though. "Maybe.", she answered flatly.
They continued to talk for the next two hours, working out the details of their
future together. They were briefly interrupted by the reappearance of Lizbeth,
who entered the sunroom after her awkward journey to the "guest house" to
retrieve the mysterious tupperware container from the freezer there. Tawny
couldn't help but laugh at her slave's predicament. Karen was ruthlessly
efficient at putting the servants in their place. Lizbeth seemed absolutely
horrified. Normally so self contained and proper, it was refreshing for Tawny
to see her stressed out. Karen quickly showed her the device by raising
Lizbeth's skirt. Tawny winked at Karen and exclaimed, "That's my girl!" They
then ignored Lizbeth to continue their conversation.
By the end of the discussion they had decided that Tawny would build for Karen a
"small" guesthouse on her property in the mountains of North Carolina so that
she could establish separate living quarters and not feel closed in or dependent
in any way.
It was all somewhat of a surprise to Karen. She hadn't intended to contemplate
retirement and certainly didn't want to place herself in a position where she
was dependent on Tawny, or anyone else, for anything. It might have been that
the knowledge of what would likely happen to candi if she put her on the open
market made her feel guilty. Unlike her usual acquisitions, she couldn't blame
the poor thing for her circumstances. The little pig was like an old car that
was worth more to keep than to sell. It's cunt was still as tasty as ever.
Part of their collaboration involved Karen's continuing to acquire and move new
slaves for her own occupation and enrichment. She had to admit to herself that
being able to play with slaves in an ongoing, 24/7 basis was a much more
attractive proposition than spending a few more years interrogating arabs. It
paid better, too. As was usually the case, logic dictated her course. She
hadn't seen in advance that her circumstances had changed such that she would be
willing to accept the "settling down" offer that Tawny had been dangling for
some time. Now, she was excited at the proposition of keeping her own slaves
for more than a few months at a time, and of being in the hunt for new property
whenever she chose.
She still needed to finish out her next six month stint in Kabul because she was
convinced it would deliver Osama. That would be the crowning achievement for
what had already been a stellar career. To have a role in nabbing the filthy
bastard was an opportunity that couldn't be trifled with. If he wasn't located
and captured, well, she did her best. If he was, everything else in her career
after that would be anticlimactic. She knew there was a lot to be done between
now and her departure at the end of the summer, and was relieved that dispensing
with candi and slut was no longer on the list. Tawny would take them as her own
until Karen returned.
By the time they both felt things were settled, they were quite hungry. Karen
had Lizbeth place the tupperware container on a kitchen counter and had her cut
up some fruit. She was then told to put the fruit on a platter and to deliver
it to them out under the magnolia tree. Even though it was exceptionally hot, a
nice fruit breakfast served on the back of a sweating, bald pig was always a
pleasant experience, especially when it was followed by a refreshing, nude swim
in the pool.
Lizbeth struggled to get the fruit platter to the Mistresses as quickly as
possible. The cruel device made it impossible to do much of anything without a
great deal of patience and determination. The pig had been placed between them,
at the farthest corner of the yard, to serve as a table. Lizbeth couldn't bend
over quite far enough to place the platter on the creature's back and had to be
assisted by her owner, which was distressing. She found it equally distressing
that she was actually envious of the pig's status as compared to her own.
Lizbeth was learning that Mistress Karen was not to be trifled with. Her
current torment was more than enough to keep her mindful of that. The eight
inch steel phalluses that penetrated her front and back were not the least bit
pleasant. Always one to mind her appearance, she felt like a complete wreck.
She had sweated through the little tank top Mistress Karen had dressed her in,
and she hadn't been provided any opportunity to prepare herself for the day.
She was positively wilting in the heat, particularly those parts of her
concealed beneath the black floor-length skirt. Lizbeth was preoccupied with
her circumstances, discomfort, and general uncertainty. So, she didn't hear
Mistress Karen issue her the command until it had been repeated three times.
She had been ordered to bring a cup of pig feed from the sack in the garage.
Though her guilt was written all over her face, she pretended she was only aware
of the one instruction and turned to hobble back toward the house at the best
pace she could muster.
Tawny was embarrassed by Lizbeth's inattentiveness, but impressed by Karen's
ability to bring out the flaws in the bitch so quickly. She would be an
outstanding evaluator when they could begin to work in the trade together.
"What do you call that...device?", Tawny asked.
"I call it a "Tara"., Karen answered flatly. "Are you going to discipline the
cunt or do you want me to?" Surely Tawny wouldn't let such a thing pass.
"What did you have in mind?", Tawny asked casually.
With a wicked grin, Karen replied, "Three hours attached to a little transformer
and an intermittent timer ought to get her attention."
"Sounds good to me.", Tawny answered before yawning. Then, "Why did you call it
"Tara"?"
"Remember that little hussie Brandi that I took about four years ago?"
Tawny nodded.
"That cunt's real name was Tara. She was broken with that device...it was
designed with her in mind. That one was a hard head."
"Oh." Tawny watched Lizbeth struggle slowly across the yard for a moment, then
commented, "I wonder if we could impair her speech somehow...temporarily..."
"You mean in order to take her out in public as a..."
"Yes, as a truly fucked-up young lady. It would shatter her pride."
"Sure. I could swab her tongue and lips with a numbing agent. She would
probably slobber."
"All the better. That would be fun. What about this one?" Tawny patted the
pig's bald head.
"I was thinking about that. Seeing how nicely corsetting had altered Lizbeth's
waist, I think I would like to use the pig as a full-blown fetish experiment."
"You've already started with the feet. Why not?"
"Yes. Why not?"
Lizbeth was positively distraught at what might happen to her. She nearly broke
down when she finally delivered the cup of pig feed to Mistress Karen and was
handed the empty platter that she had served the fruit on. The thought of
traversing the yard yet again to return the platter to the kitchen was almost
unthinkable. She was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. To make
matters worse, Mistress Karen prompted her to hurry by telling her that she and
Mistress Tawny had been discussing tongue splitting and that they were looking
for a "volunteer".
Karen hand fed the pig feed nuggets to the pig, which nibbled eagerly at each
little handful and licked her palm to ensure not even the tiniest crumb was
wasted. Karen enjoyed teasing it a bit by catching it's tongue by the ring
embedded in it's tip and holding it out for a period of time. The creature had
become almost totally compliant, and only reacted involuntarily to excessive
pain. Karen was proud of her progress in training this one. Though, by
intention it was not able to perform real labor for it's owner (it was,
afterall, a pig), it had successfully been transformed to an animalistic state
from a human one. It did follow commands well, but it was never tasked with
doing anything productive or anything that required thought or judgements. It
could play it's owner's body like a finely tuned instrument, and it could lick
and suck for hours and hours.
Tawny, watching quietly, understood her dearest friend's attachment to the
creature. It was an innocent being now that it was not so very human. It
seemed so grateful for any attention that one could not help but feel pity for
the thing. It was a good pet for Karen, and would be a good pet for Tawny while
she cared for it. Who knew, maybe Tawny could improve the thing a bit and
surpise her friend with, say, a sixteen inch waist when she returned from her
last tour of intelligence duty. That would be nice.
Slut was greatly relieved to finally be at Miss Karen's residence again. Though
she had only left the day before, it seemed as though a month had passed. She
was nervous at the thought of meeting Miss Karen's friend, but was sure
everything would work out okay. It always did, really.
She assumed the boxes she had picked up in Miami were heavy. They appeared to
be. So, she backed the minivan into the driveway, parking it so that it could
quickly be backed into the garage once the door was lifted. She hopped out of
the van and sprang quickly to the entry door to assume her position and wait for
Miss Karen to allow her in. She became alarmed when she saw a strange, crippled
young woman hobbling through the house with a cane. The woman noticed her and
appeared surprised and uncertain as to what to do. slut felt sorry for her, as
she obviously had a great deal of difficulty getting around. She wondered if
this was Miss Karen's friend.
slut held her position on the outside entry patio for what seemed an eternity
while the handicapped girl struggled toward the back of the house. Eventually
she passed out of sight, only to be gone for an even longer period of time.
Finally slut could see Miss Karen and a very pretty woman that looked to be
about Miss Karen's age walking casually toward the door. They were both naked,
apparently having just taken a swim.
Miss Karen didn't allow her into the house. She cracked the door a few inches
and told slut to back the van into the garage. slut returned to the van while
Miss Karen activated the power garage door opener. She backed the van in. The
door was closing even before she had shut the van off. slut went to the rear of
the van where Miss Karen was talking with the petite lady to await further
instructions. She wanted...some recognition that she had been gone and was now
back. Instead she was simply ignored as though, well...as though she...she was
thinking too much again. It was better not to think.
Miss Karen pulled open the cargo doors at the back of the van. Her and the lady
looked over the wooden crates for a few seconds, then turned toward slut.
"You look as though you've been well fucked.", Miss Karen commented dryly.
"Yes. Ma'am.", slut replied. It was true. She was still sore, and might be for
a week. Miss Karen knew her so well.
"Strip and go take care of the pig as you would have in the morning, then
prepare yourself so that I can properly present you. The young lady you'll see
hobbling around is Lizbeth. Do not speak to her. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am.", slut answered respectfully, pulling off the t-shirt and panties.
She was then sent off with a flick of Miss Karen's wrist.
"That one is a walking hard-on factory.", Tawny commented after slut had left
the garage. "You've got to complete the package with new titties."
"You know, I had been wanting to ask about your doctor friend. Is he
still...available?"
"Oh, sure.", Tawny answered. "C'mon, let's get these crates opened up!"
