CHAPTER 25 Unpacking The Slaves
Karen and Tawny were both apprehensive until they had pried off the tops of both
shipping crates and removed a portion of dense, molded foam to reveal henry and
amy's talcum-coated backs. They were both breathing and had good color. The
balance of the unpacking process was a bit more intricate, so Tawny asked Karen
to follow her example. Tawny would unpack henry while Karen unpacked amy.
First there were some brackets that had to be removed from the inside. Then,
the ends of the crates could be tapped loose with a hammer and detached,
allowing for the sides to be taken down and removed. After the surrounding foam
had been removed, Karen could see that they had been secured in a sort of
embryonic chamber. They had been placed into position over a sort of
custom-molded hump then boxed up and held in place through the injection of
expanding foam through small holes in the crate. The foam insulated them,
cushioned them, kept them from moving, and snuffed out the potential of any
noise. Each had been hooded in rubber and gagged, and a thin acrylic tube fed
through the penis gag and directly into the stomach of each slave. The tube
attached to one of two metal cylinders that were mounted to the back of their
heads. Out of the second cyclinder two tubes of the same size passed around
either side of their faces and into their noses.
Tawny explained that in the testing she had done they had been able to get
enough air to breath from inside the box if they concentrated on breathing very
slowly and remaining calm. The tubes in their noses were small enough to permit
them to take in oxygen around the tubes. There was a pressure switch that would
be activated when they began to gasp for air if the supply began to run out, and
the small oxygen tank would keep them dosed long enough for the crisis to pass.
The other tank contained a routine saline drip to prevent dehydration. Each
slave's ass was plugged and catheters led to a tank mounted between their ankles
to accommodate any urine flow. Along the length of each box on either side was
a long steel tube packed with dry ice to keep the contents cool enough to
prevent excessive perspiration.
"What's the longest period of time that you've tried?", Karen asked.
"If it's noon yet, three days.", Tawny answered with a wry smile on her face.
She could see that Karen was impressed. Shipping slaves inside innocent looking
crates was something she obviously hadn't considered before now.
Tawny cut the nylon straps that held henry and amy in place, then carefully
pulled the tubes out of them. She had to climb into the van to roll their
rubber hoods up over their heads and off, and unsnapped the nylon straps that
held the penis gags in place. She pulled out their earplugs and told them they
had ten minutes to work their kinks out and to find her and Mistress Karen
through the gray door at the rear of the garage. Neither was able to speak in
reply, let alone move enough to nod their heads.
Tawny took Karen by the hand and nodded toward the backyard. "Let's get Lizbeth
started and swim a bit more before lunch?", she suggested.
"Hmmm. Torture, exercise, and food. Twist my arm!" Karen laughed. She
retrieved the transformer from her cabinet as well as a simple penis gag and a
pair of cuffs. She followed her friend and lover's sexy little body back out
into the cauldron of Florida heat that awaited them. She looked forward to
toying with henry's big cock later, but there was a lot of fun to be had between
now and then.
Lizbeth was standing (not that she had any choice) under the magnolia, watching
slut begin to clean and prep the pig against the wall on the side of the back
yard. She knew the sexy girl in the gray tank top and little shorts must be
Mistress Karen's slave and that she would have returned with henry and amy.
Lizbeth found her very attractive, though she seemed oddly intent on ignoring
Lizbeth.
A sense of dread came over her when she saw the Mistresses come out of the
garage. Mistress Karen was carrying a few items in her hands, none of which
appeared to be likely to relieve her discomfort. Her Mistress turned off to
watch the tanned blond girl work on the pig while Mistress Karen continued
straight on toward Lizbeth.
"You do know you've been insolent as well as inattentive, correct?"
Lizbeth nodded, gulping. "Yes, M'Lady."
"I find that inexcuseable. Do you find it inexcuseable?"
"Yes, M'Lady." A tear rolled down over her cheek. She smiled faintly,
reminding herself that this was her fate and that it did no good to do anything
more than allow the things to happen to her that might.
"You will need to be punished in a manner that ensures that you never repeat
such gross violations, won't you?"
"Yes, M'Lady." She began to sob quietly. She couldn't help herself. She could
see a cruelty in the icy cold blue eyes unlike any she had witnessed in her
short life. Mistress Karen very roughly pulled off the tank top and the skirt,
leaving her completely naked but for her heels and the infernal contraption that
was impaling her.
"I'm glad that you agree, because you will be providing good entertainment for
the next few hours, as well as serving as a deterrent to bad behavior for my own
girls. Now, put your hands behind your back so that I can cuff you."
Lizbeth was quickly cuffed and gagged, the strap holding the penis gag in place
biting deeply into her cheeks and the back of her neck. Mistress Karen steadied
her as she led her out into the hot sun in the middle of the yard, facing the
sunroom. She placed a small metal box just in front of the rod that held
Lizbeth's ankles apart. There were two thin wires leading out of the front of
it with clips at the end, and an electrical cord and plug leading out the other
end. Mistress Karen turned toward the sexy girl that was cleaning the pig and
told her to retrieve an extension cord, then to go put on her bikini.
Lizbeth noted the fear in the girl's eyes and how quickly she reacted. There
apparently was no need for decorum here. It was all very unfamiliar to Lizbeth.
Mistress Tawny prefered as much polish and refinement as was reasonable in most
circumstances. Here they flopped and flounced to carry out orders as though it
were some sort of military encampment.
She could see out of the corner of her eye that her Mistress was toying with the
pig. This distrubed her to some degree as her Mistress was beyond having any
interest in such creatures, or at least so she had thought. The tanned one with
the blonde hair and long nipples produced the extension cord, which Mistress
Karen had her plug into the device on the lawn in front of her as well as into
an outlet in the back of the house. She then dashed back into the house only to
reappear almost instantly in a little black bikini with thong bottoms.
Lizbeth watched the sexy slave move across the yard, grateful for the
distraction it provided. She felt as though the sun were baking her alive, so
fair was her skin. She would surely burn in minutes, she thought. Of course
Mistress Tawny would not have it. She would not allow Lizbeth to be tainted by
the sun. Lizbeth had often heard her admire her perfectly white, smooth skin.
Everyone was proud of Lizbeth's skin. Bright sunlight was not for her. It was
not the place for her to be. It was for the girl in the black thong bikini.
She was a sun slave.
Mistress Karen was walking away now, over toward Mistress Tawny, the pig, and
the tanned blonde. Lizbeth was somewhat relieved. At least whatever was going
to happen to her was not going to happen that very minute. She was looking at
the garage door when it opened and henry and amy stepped through it. Oh! How
she had missed them!
It had taken henry and amy several long minutes just to be able to begin to push
themselves out of what remained of their shipping crates. It was only with a
great deal of determination and pain that they managed it. Both had served
Mistress Karen before and knew the importance of being extra diligent and sharp
in her presence. If they dawdled she would come looking for them. They had
taken a few seconds to stretch out and limber their distended muscles and
tendons up a bit before venturing out into the oppressive heat. The intensity
of the sun almost blinded them as the stepped throug the door.
"henry. amy. Come here." It was Mistress Karen.
The two slaves moved quickly to her and placed themselves in the "present"
position; hands at the back of their necks and elbows held out parallel and in
line with the body, feet spread about thirty inches.
slut was in the middle of draining an enema bag into the pig's ass when she
noticed the naked guy and girl come through the door. She wondered where they
had come from. Slut thought they had probably been in another part of the house
when she had come home, and that she simply hadn't seen them. He was tall and
very handsome. He had a swimmer's body and the best set of abs she had ever
seen. Best of all, though, was the long, fat cock that was swinging back and
forth between his legs and the egg sized balls that bounced inside his pendulous
sack as he hurried to present himself to Miss Karen. A heavy metal ring
surrounded his cock and balls. Slut had never seen such a thing, but liked it.
The girl looked to be about slut's age. She was petite but very athletic in
appearance. Both were hairless from their heads down, and both were blondes out
of the same bottle, she was sure. Slut was careful not to be caught looking,
but she had seen enough for the now unavoidable physiological reaction in her
body to kick in. Her nipples hardened first, followed by the warm glow and
accompanying wetness in her cunt. It seemed like she could taste cum at the
back of her throat suddenly, and she thought about sucking that long, smooth
cock and swallowing everything those balls could give her.
She heard Miss Karen ask them a few questions about their condition, then told
them to go swim a few laps in the pool. This gave slut a chance to check out
his ass, which was firm and high just as she liked them. She licked the sweat
off her upper lip and continued to prep what had once been her little sister.
She hadn't seen any sign of Megan in so long that she was sure she was
completely gone. Miss Karen called her candi now when she was mounted upright
and pig when she was on all fours. Whether it was candi or pig, it's eyes were
dull and it understood and followed simple commands.
Slut was highly intimidated by the woman that was watching her clean the pig.
She knew this had to be Miss Karen's friend, but nothing had been said one way
or the other about anything. She was simply being observed. Slut had no idea
what she looked like because she felt she shouldn't look. By the shape and size
of her she was pretty and fairly small. Her complexion was dark. She seemded
asian or something.
Now she could hear Miss Karen and the other woman talking. The other woman
said, "This heat is killing me. I could melt, you know."
"The only way you'd melt is if I threw a bucket of water on you, you witch.",
Miss Karen answered.
The woman said something slut couldn't hear then strode off quickly toward the
sunroom, which was air conditioned.
"slut!"
slut dropped everything and turned toward her owner, quickly moving into the
present position. "Yes, Miss Karen?"
"I am told the business card of a police officer was found in the van. Is there
something you need to tell me?"
slut realized how stupid she had been. She should have tossed the card out of
the window on the interstate. What had she been thinking? "Yes, Miss Karen."
"You may begin."
Slut began to tell the story of the wretched man in the store and how the female
officer had...used her in the store's restroom. She was very afraid, and her
voice faltered throughout. She tried to make it appear as though it had been a
bad experience, as though she had been raped.
Miss Karen's only comment was an observation; "So, now you're getting molested
by lesbian cops and licking cunt on filthy restroom floors."
Slut didn't know how to reply, so she remained silent.
Miss Karen seemed satisfied with the story, though, and simply ordered her to
get back to work on the pig. She then walked over to the girl that slut had
been told not to speak to. The poor thing seemed to be mounted on some sort of
torture device that slut would rather not know anything about. Miss Karen bent
down and turned a switch on the little box that slut had connected to the
extension cord. She then padded over to the pool, dropped her robe and jumped
in.
After a quick dip in the pool Karen ordered henry and amy into the house,
retrieved her little robe, and followed close behind them. She called out to
slut to hurry and finish up with the pig, then to bring it to the sunroom.
Tawny was still naked, relaxing in one of the tropical-print rattan chairs.
"Girl? You gonna stay nekkid all day lawng?", Karen exclaimed, mimicking a
black woman.
"Evrah buddy heah be nekkid cept dat blonde ho out deah.", Tawny played along.
They both laughed.
Karen had henry and amy kneel, facing out toward Lizbeth. She sat in the
matching rattan chair beside Tawny. "Lunch?"
"Anytime.", Tawny answered.
"I'll have slut make us a nice salad. She'll be in in a minute or two."
"What about henry and amy. Got anything for them?", Tawny asked.
"We'll manage." Karen replied. She reached across and slipped her right hand
between Tawny's legs. She loved Tawny's pussy, thinking it was the smoothest,
prettiest pussy she had ever seen. Pressing her middle finger down into the
cleft between her friends' delicate lips, she casually began to slide it up and
down. Tawny was always wet, so Karen was not surprised at the ease with which
her finger was able to bring forth more of her sweet juices.
Tawny moaned softly, easing her legs open just a bit more. "When does the show
begin?", she asked languidly.
"Anytime now. Keep an eye on her.", Karen answered. The variable timer on the
device usually took a few minutes before the first surge of electricity was
released.
Just then Lizbeth's entire torso semed to heave as though all of the wind had
been sucked out of it. Every fiber in her body went completely rigid for
several long seconds, tears shot out of her eyes and poured down over her cheeks
as her face contorted into an expression that communicated nothing more than
abject horror.
Henry and amy seemed almost as shocked as Lizbeth had been. Karen watched them
briefly. Seeing how tense they were, she said to Tawny, "You don't discipline
your cunts or your cock here nearly enough. Look at them, they're terrified!"
"They haven't seen anyone abused with such a cruel device before. We are a bit
more traditional, that's all. But, I must say, I'm seeing merit in your little
toy."
Lizbeth was panting and perspiring, trying to recover from the jolt of
electricity that had just surged up through her cunt and ass via the metal
phalluses that impaled her. Her cunt ached as though it were bruised. The
electricity had caused it to clamp down so tightly onto the steel dildo that she
was sure she had injured it. How cruel! She blinked through her tears to
reopen her eyes and see the audience in the sunroom looking out at her from
their cool and comfortable confines. She would never allow herself to make
another mistake around Mistress Karen. That she knew already. She was sure she
could not endure much of this evil treatment. Surely she would wilt from the
heat and another jolt like the last would only provide the knockout blow.
Slut had heard the pig scream into a penis gag before, so knew the poor redhead
over in the grass was suffering terribly. She wondered what she had done that
was so bad. Whatever it was, she certainly wanted to avoid it. She ended pig's
cleaning session by brushing it's teeth with baking soda. Then, she reattached
the ballet shoes the creature was required to wear at al times now and led it by
the nose across the yard and into the sunroom.
Rather than being told to return to the yard to prepare herself for the day as
she might have that morning, she was ordered to make two salads and bring them
to the sunroom. She noticed the large tupperware container on the kitchen
counter. Miss Karen had been having her deposit the dozens of used condoms she
had been collecting over the summer into it. Normally it was kept in the
freezer in what had been her old home. What was it doing here? The thought of
all of that cum...the little thong bikini bottoms were more than enough to get
her motor running, now this! The lid was no longer bowed on it, so it must have
been out for some time...melting. She glanced down the hallway toward the
sunroom. Seeing that it was safe, she quickly pried open the lid to verify
that...and she swooned when the pungent scent of the product of hundreds of
ejaculations filled her nose. Almost beside herself, slut refastened the lid
and tried to gain some composure. Her nipples were as hard as rocks and she
could plainly see herself oozing through the little black thongs. She heard
Miss Karen and, she supposed, the other woman, her friend, laughing in the
sunroom. slut assumed that the poor girl in the yard had been zapped again. It
snapped her out of her reverie for the cum and the possibilities it presented
and got her mind back on making the two best salads she was capable of.
slut concentrated on walking the short distance to the sunroom just the way Miss
Karen had taught her. Now was not the time to forget the small lessons. For
all she knew they were looking for someone else to put on that wicked thing.
She saw when she entered the room that the pig had been placed in front of Miss
Karen's friend, so was not surprised when Miss Karen motioned for her to put the
salads there. "Ice water and scotch, neat.", Miss Karen had said without
looking up. When slut turned to head for the bar she could see that the poor
girl in the yard had gone rigid again, and wondered what kind of damage could
result from that sort of punishment. It made her shudder to even imagine it.
It was early for Miss Karen to begin drinking. Sometimes when she drank early
she became quite cruel. It was best when she took her first drink sometime
after seven p.m., so that she would become tired and go to bed before drinking
too much. slut thought that she had probably just formed an inappropriate
judgement. She was not to have opinions. Especially, she was sure, negative
ones of her owner.
Soon enough the tall glasses of ice water and tumblers containing Miss Karen's
Glenfiddich were ready. slut carried them in on a tray and presented them, as
she had been trained. She could see that the salads hadn't been touched. It
was then that she noticed that Miss Karen had her right hand between the other
woman's legs and seemed to be giving her a great deal of pleasure. Everyone in
the room was captivated by watching the torments of the redhead, except for slut
and pig.
Slut was told to put the tray down and retrieve what Miss Karen described as her
"humping bar" from the large cabinet in the garage. This, too, was something
slut hadn't seen before. It was nothing more than a three foot square piece of
plywood covered with cheap, worn carpeting and containing two leather straps on
the outside edges, and a heavy dowel, or closet rod mounted on two wooden posts
that were screwed to the ends of the plywood base. It was a bit heavy but she
managed to get it into the sunroom without difficulty. Miss Karen pointed to
where she wanted it placed, then told her to retrieve the role of duct tape from
her toolbox and to bring the small white plastic container in the bottom right
of the cabinet. She added while slut was leaving to bring back a pair of cuffs
and the pig's medication kit.
slut was more than a bit apprehensive. Too many things were happening for her
to process, so she coped by simply telling herself she was just doing what she
was told as she was expected to do. There was no need to think, only to do.
When she returned with the items, she was told where to put them, then ordered
to bring a variety of fruit to the sunroom. This she did promptly. She was
told to give one apple to "henry" and "amy", who were kneeling by the glass, and
to place one in the pig's mouth with instructions not to eat it. The balance of
the fruit was left on a side table, and slut was ordered out to her spot on the
pool deck to begin tanning. It was a great relief for her. She retrieved her
tanning oil and timer and quickly put herself into the first required position
before carefully adjusting the bikini to ensure that her tan lines remained
distinct.
As she lay there she could hear the muffled cries, grunts, and groans of the
poor girl that was providing Miss Karen's lunchtime entertainment. slut could
hear all of the wind rush out of her lungs at time and long, uncomfortable
periods of silence before she would begin wetly gasping for air through her
nose. slut could not look at her without being noticed, so she remained
absolutely still as she was required to while tanning. It was more difficult to
daydream this time, what with all that was happening. Her mind wandered back to
the container full of her boy's jism and the wonderfully familiar smell that had
sparked her already high and constant sexual enthusiasm.
slut thought about the lesbian police officer, and how unbelievably nasty she
felt there, licking her hairy cunt on that sticky restroom floor. She recalled
how she told Miss Karen about it, and, though she hadn't noticed it at the time,
Miss Karen's very subtle expression. It was one of approval rather than disgust
or contempt. Maybe. Miss Karen was nearly impossible to read when she didn't
want to be read. It was difficult to get a good sense of people's feelings when
you could not look at them directly, but slut had developed the skill of seeing
Miss Karen's face peripherally and being able to react appropriately, she
thought.
Miss Karen had told her that candi's cunt was the best tasting in the world. If
that was true, the lesbian cop's cunt must have been the strongest. Slut had
smelled it the entire balance of the trip to Miami as well as all of the time up
until she could wash it off after bathing the captured men she had been made to
tease for so long.
She thought about "henry" and how delicious he looked. A day ago she might have
been so preoccupied with his cock as to be dysfunctional. As it was, the
thought of being fucked or of sucking henry was highly attractive. She was
still sore from her trip South and so her lust for the cock was not as strong at
just that moment. A brief, almost instantaneous flash of her husband's face
appeard in her imagination and she intentionally snuffed it out by recalling the
night she had proudly sucked sixty four cocks and delivered to Miss Karen a
record payoff of sixty four used condoms and nearly two thousand dollars in
cash. Why was Miss Karen thawing the cum?
Karen knew that Tawny felt badly about what was happening to Lizbeth. While
Karen didn't share the feeling in the least, she did care for her friend and so
had been stroking her pussy to get her to relax a bit. It was no problem that
she hadn't cum before slut had brought the salads. Karen wouldn't stop until
her friend told her to or until she came. Judging by Tawny's ever increasing
reactions to each fresh jolt Lizbeth received, Karen knew she was warming up to
her brand of entertainment, and that it wouldn't be long. Tawny was pinching her
own nipples by then and had put her legs up over the arms of the rattan chair to
give Karen open access to her sweet, delicate charms. Karen had taken to
slapping her there and was more than a little turned on herself by the sight of
Lizbeth and the sounds and smells of Tawny. It was the kind of time she had in
mind when she and Tawny planned the visit. Just us girls, and henry, Karen
thought.
Lizbeth was taken by a particularly long and powerful jolt that seemed to cause
her already wasp-like waist to contract down to nothing. Her lips, nipples, and
cunt nicely colored by then and her large, firm breasts quivered nicely as the
shock pulsed through her. Tawny gasped out loud in reaction and Karen decided
it was time to bring the sweet thing off. When she leaned over to whisper in
Tawny's ear she dragged the long nail of her middle finger up and roughly over
her tough little nub of a clit. "Cum for me sweet lover.", Karen cooed.
Tawny's eyes rolled straight back as her entire body arched up into a
relentlessly long and intense orgasm.
"Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhfffffffffffffuccckkkkkkk!", she screamed.
Karen watched henry and amy react to the familiar sound of their owner going
over the edge. They hadn't actually moved or allowed a single muscle to twitch,
but she could sense their reactions nevertheless. "Quite a sight. Eh, henry?",
Karen asked, referring to Lizbeth's plight.
"Yes, M'lady.", henry replied alertly.
"Do you know, henry, that my little pig here is a virgin?"
"No, M'lady."
"It's true..." Karen removed her fingers from Tawny's satisfied pussy and
presented them to the pig for cleaning. She enjoyed watching the little pierced
tongue dart out to do it's duty. The pig had a quick tongue, and it tickled her
hand. "...the little creature is awfully tight and had been 100% lesbian before
I found her. Guess who I am saving it for, henry?" She could see that he had
perked up a bit. He must be exhausted from spending three days balled up inside
a shipping box, poor thing.
"This servant has been prohibited from guessing, M'lady."
Tawny broke out of her post-orgasm reverie to interject. "Oh, how thoughtful of
you!"
Karen smiled broadly at her friend. "What are you referring to, rewarding henry
with a tight virgin or giving you the chance to watch it's hymen be ripped
open?"
"Both, of course.", Tawny answered. When does that happen?
"Later. We have salads to eat."
As they enjoyed the fresh garden salads that slut had prepared for them, Karen
directed amy to prepare the humping bar for the pig. All she needed to do was
to remove the brown rabbit fur from the small plastic container and duct tape it
around the center portion of the dowel rod. When Tawny noticed the heavy female
scent of the fur, Karen explained that hundreds of female slaves had humped it
over the years in a harem in Riyad. It had absorbed all of their cunt juices to
produce it's own, "vintage" scent. While most of the hair remained on it, it
was quite crusty and matted. Karen knew, though, that once a wet cunt began
humping it it would soften quite a bit.
She knew the odor would be a challenge for henry, so she ordered him to turn
around. Sure enough, his beautiful cock had sprouted almost instantaneously to
it's full length.
"Damn you!", Tawny exclaimed jokingly. Karen could cause any slave to betray
his or her training. henry had been so thoroughly trained as to be unable to
attain an erection independent of specific commands from Tawny or those she
chose to share them with. There he was, helplessly hard and obviously quite
regretful that it was so. "It's okay henry. Mistress Karen enjoys tormenting
us all so much I sometimes wonder if she isn't a sadistic bitch."
"We already know that!" Karen laughed. "The question is whether you are a dumb
cunt!"
After they finished laughing Karen opened the pig's medication kit and quickly
mixed a fairly substantial cocktail of drugs that would have the animal in a
wanton frenzy of unsatisfiable lust within an hour or so. After filling the
syringe she plunged it unceremoniously into the pig's bare ass and injected the
contents.
Tawny was impressed that the little pig hadn't even seemed to notice. "Whoa.
Hard core pig or what?", she asked rhetorically.
Putting the items back in the kit, Karen answered cheerfully, "A shot a day
keeps the pricks away!"
"What are you putting into it?", her friend asked, seriously.
"Ancient Chinese secret!", Karen answered faceciously. She trusted her friend
totally, but certain...privileges that her job afforded her need not be
discussed with anyone.
The finished their salads in only a few minutes and directed amy to clear the
sunroom of the salad bowls and the apple cores she and henry had left. She was
ordered by Karen to bring the tupperward container in the kitchen to the sunroom
along with three clean bowls. After that was done, she was sent for a pair of
scissors.
"Drink up!" Karen announced, holding her tumbler out to clink against Tawny's.
They toasted to their newly planned future, and kissed tenderly before beginning
to enjoy the scotch.
