CHAPTER 26 Summer Pastimes
slut had gotten so accustomed to the moans and groans of the suffering girl that
she barely heard her anymore. When the timer went off, indicating that her
tanning session was complete, she jumped up and walked sexily across the pool
deck and over the path to the sunroom door. She placed herself into position to
await Miss Karen's next order. She could see through the glass that the two
other...slaves, or whatever, were working on something on the coffee table, and
she could see pig...
Miss Karen slid the door open just a bit and told slut that she would be
rewarded for a nice, sexy dance. Then the door closed quickly and slut knew
there was no choice but to dance. The alternative might be to suffer whatever
the girl was suffering for the next several hours. slut had been shown how to
dance the way Miss Karen wanted it done by a series of videos that were
originally filmed to train horny housewives and novice dancers to strip
professionally. slut had spent hours, with music and without, inside and out,
clothed and unclothed, and even, once, in a pancake house parking lot, for Miss
Karen. This would not be so difficult, even though the circumstances
were...strange, and...she didn't know these...people, or...
Her hips were already moving side to side as she began to hear an imaginary deep
base beat, drubbing across her brain in an endless, mindless rave-like
techno-tune. She moved her hands up over her thighs and up her sides to cup her
breasts as though she were offering them to someone behind the glass. Sweat
poured from her body, running out through her tight thong bikini bottoms and
down over her legs in seemingly endless rivulets. It turned her on even more,
this heat...baking her cunt...her nipples were so hot....she licked her lips,
closing her eyes...she began to spin...and twist, and shake, and tease, and
torment, and gyrate.
"My God!", Tawny exclaimed. "She's making me wet again already!"
"Yes. It's a shame she's such a cockhound.", Karen replied, watching henry,
amy, and pig work on emptying the hundreds of condoms into the bowls. They had
a small assembly line going. Henry would hold up each condom and cut it with
the scissors just under where each was knotted at the top. He would then grasp
it at the bottom and turn it upside down, dumping the contents into his bowl.
He would then hand each one to amy, who would turn it inside out by forcing her
finger through it from the dry side and wipe off any excess on the rim of her
bowl. She would then insert the wet side of the condom into the pig's mouth,
who would suck it clean and spit the contents into her bowl. In this way, Karen
could be sure that none of the precious sperm that slut had so dutifully
collected over the summer was wasted.
The pig could not conceal it's distaste for the project. In all it's life it
had never tasted male juice, and so had never developed an appreciation of it.
Karen knew the pig would have preferred to hold the apple in it's mouth and have
it's back be used as a table, but it could provide good service by sucking and
spitting, sucking and spitting, sucking and spitting all the day long. Karen
reached over and patted the pig on it's bald head. "You'll need to quicken the
pace, henry.", Karen said sternly. "I'm afraid the pig's motor will be running
before you finish."
"Yes, M'lady.", henry replied quickly. He dutifully increased his pace.
Tawny had been oblivious to the brief exchange. She felt like a child peering
into a candy store window. Between Lizbeth's heaving breasts and slut's dancing
she had to concentrate on avoiding her tendency to seek instant gratification.
Everyone was busy.
"Have you given your slut an adequate chance to acquire a taste for the...finer
things?", Tawny asked.
"I was fairly sure you would like to be the one to formally introduce her. I
have been training her on the pig...about an hour a day. She loves cock,
though, as you can see."
"Yes, I'm very impressed with her...productivity. But being a cockhound does
not necessarily mean she..."
"Oh, no. I am sure she will be eager to please no matter what is asked."
"You know, you've got to have silicone put in those nipples...to keep them hard
like she's gotten them now."
"Yes. And, like you said...bigger tits. Forty double - D?"
"Oh, that would be purrrrfect!", Tawny drawled breathlessly.
"She doesn't know it yet, but she's been sucking a lot of cocks to pay for it
all."
Tawny laughed out loud. "You are so wicked. That's why I love you."
"I know."
"What about the pig?"
"Oh, I haven't told you? My little pig is an accomplished pussy lover. It's
little tongue is quick and precise."
"Mmmmm. How long have you denied it?"
Karen grinned widely. "Going on four weeks now."
"Hmmm. Do you think we'll ever get dressed today?"
"Oh, sure. We're going out to dinner this evening. Today is just for fun, and
to give you a chance to relax a bit."
Tawny reached over and took Karen's hand. Quietly they continued to watch their
slaves suffer, dance, and work for their pleasure over the next thirty minutes.
By the time they had finished processing the condoms, henry had filled up three
bowls, amy one, and the pig, one. Mistress Karen had him deposit the now empty
condoms into the trash can and bring a tall drinking glass to the sunroom along
with a large lemonade pitcher. Under Mistress Karen's direction, he poured the
contents of the pig's bowl into the glass and poured the thicker, milky jism of
the other four bowls into the pitcher. He and amy were told to present their
fingers to the pig, which cleaned them quickly with it's tongue.
henry was then directed to call the slut into the sunroom.
slut was almost completely exhausted before being called into the sunroom. She
had been concerned that she might pass out, but had done her best to keep
dancing as seductively as she knew how in ninety degree heat. She had lost so
much fluid through perspiration that she was light headed and very, very
thirsty. She was so grateful to be allowed to come into the cool air and be out
of the sun. The room smelled of an odd mixture of male cum and pussy. She
assumed her position on the closest open floor space, carefully avoiding looking
around to try to trace the odors back to their sources.
Miss Karen spoke first.
"slut, you may look over here."
slut looked up and across the room at where Miss Karen sat. The woman who was
holding her hand was every bit as beautiful as slut had thought she was, and she
was smiling, which was good. Miss Karen gestured toward the woman with her free
hand.
"This is Miss Tawny. You will obey her orders as you would mine."
Miss Karen then gestured toward the sexy guy. "This is henry. He belongs to
Miss Tawny, and is her senior slave. You will obey his orders as you would
mine. And, this is amy, junior only to henry. You will obey her orders as you
would mine. Outside is Lizbeth. For the time being you are equals. Our pig
here is everyone's pet. Do you understand, slut?"
slut was more than a bit taken aback. She had somehow thought she and the pig
were in a...unique situation. But here were these other...slaves? It seemed
so...routine, the way Miss Karen introduced them. slut gulped. "Yes, Miss
Karen." Her voice was dry.
"Tawny was very impressed with your dancing. henry has a nice drink for you as
a reward for performing satisfactorily." With that, Miss Karen nodded at the
guy, who handed her a tall glass filled with...what? Cum?!
slut hesitated for just the barest moment before raising the glass to her lips
and beginning to drink it's contents. It was cool but not cold, and thick, and
tasted of men, but not so strongly as it should. She loved cum and didn't much
care what the glass contained other than at least some of the thick man juice
that she seemed to constantly crave. She drank it down to the bottom, allowing
some gobs of thicker material that stuck to the bottom of the glass to drop out
into her mouth.
"Very nice, slut. Now,you are needed to demonstrate for the pig how to use the
humping bar. henry, you get it adjusted and fasten her in. Remove your bikini,
slut."
slut pushed the little thongs down over her knees and stepped out of them
quickly, then dropped her top to the floor. Both were soaking wet, and the top
hit the tile floor with a "splat".
henry answered respectfully and moved quickly to help slut kneel down onto the
carpet covered base, straddling the dowel. He fastened the straps around her
ankles and just behind her knees, and raised the dowel up just a bit until it
came into contact with her cunt. Miss Karen directed him to where he could find
a pair of handcuffs, and had him cuff slut's wrists together behind her back,
with the short chain connecting them passing beneath the dowel. This caused her
back to arch nicely. He then, at Miss Karen's direction, turned the pig toward
the slut so that it could watch and learn.
slut felt the hard, prickly hair of the rabbit skin between her legs and
considered that this was likely to be some sort of terrible game. She was
deathly afraid of anything that might be worse, though, like the plight of the
girl in the yard, who was fading fast by then. She avoided looking around at
all, simply focusing on the floor immediately in front of her. It was all a
test of some kind. A test that she hoped to pass.
"Now, slut, the object of this game is for the bitch mounted on the humping bar
to slide her cunt back and forth over the bunny skin without stopping, for an
indefinite period of time. You obviously are going to cum and that's okay. If
you stop for even a second you will pay dearly. Do you understand?"
Oh, God!, slut thought. "Yes, Miss Karen.", she answered breathlessly.
"Begin."
Tawny took another sip of her scotch. What a naughty display the slut was
putting on! She was certainly one of the more enticing creatures Tawny had
seen. Her natural sexuality seemed to flow out of her pores as freely as her
sweat had when she danced in the hot sun. Tawny looked forward to trying her,
but for the moment was content to sip her scotch and watch. Lizbeth was looking
more and more like a mannequin on a stick out there. While Tawny was a bit
concerned about her, she was confident Karen knew when the appropriate time to
end the lesson would arrive.
Slut pushed her hips forward, wincing as the dry, matted rabbit fur scraped and
pricked at her sopping cunt. She found she could move her hips only about four
or five inches forward and back at a time, secured as she was. She bit her
lower lip to work through the discomfort of forcing her sex over the rough skin,
and found that she could slow down her forward movement and arch her back a bit
more to bring her clit into contact with it. With the first contact it almost
seemed that the experienced turned from an unpleasant one to something that
showed a bit of promise. Slut concentrated on minimizing hard contact with the
skin except for the slower forward rotation of her hips, and soon found that her
own juices were softening the fur with every passing minute. It also seemed to
release the pungent odor of cunts that permeated the room even more than when
she first entered it. Closing her eyes, she imagined herself between Miss
Karen's legs, finally tasting her, serving her...worshiping her pretty pussy.
Maybe...henry...could be fucking her in her ass at the same time....maybe...
Slut's breathing became more labored and she started to perspire with the heavy
exertion of being bent as she was and of pumping her hips back and forth over
the rod. She also felt the stirrings of an orgasm rising quickly. This was
wicked, what she was doing...it
was...nasty....so..."mmmmmmmmmmmmsssssssssssssssssooohhhhhhhhh!"
Karen watched knowingly. The slut was losing her rhythym while working through
the first orgasm and would find it difficult to continue at the same pace with
each successive one. She would cum again and again and again, until at some
point she would begin to suffer what would seem to her to be a combination of
one continuous orgasm mixed with unrelenting discomfort, then outright pain. By
then Karen would have added a few toys into the mix and the slut would truly be
suffering.
The humping bar had been used in an arab harem by a sheik who mounted his girls
on it as a punishment for misconduct. Karen thought it an ingeneously simple
little device and had used it on several girls over the years. There were
secondary uses for the little rabbit fur that she had thought up, and was
looking forward to demonstrating them later. In the meantime, she drank up her
scotch and had henry go for the bottle.
When he returned she took the bottle and sent him out to unplug the transformer
that had so successfully broken down Lizbeth. She was clearly spent. Not an
ounce of attitude was left in her, and it was a lesson she would not soon
forget. Karen refilled Tawny's tumbler and rose to go out to visit with
Lizbeth. "Be sure she doesn't stop, okay sweetie?", Karen said to Tawny. Tawny
nodded slowly. She was entranced by slut's performance and didn't want to miss
a single nuance.
The heat felt like the blast of a furnace when Karen first stepped out into it
again. She told henry to lay Lizbeth on her back, then to go back to the
sunroom. She needed a few private minutes with the haughty British cunt, to
clarify a few things.
Karen waited until henry had gone away, then straddled Lizbeth's head, placing
her feet close up against Lizbeth's ears. The girl's red hair had long since
become a wet and tangled mess, and her face remained contorted from exhaustion,
fear, and the memory of the terrible ordeal she had somehow managed to survive,
so far. Karen was sure the cunt had never been driven so low. Her ivory skin
had taken on a distinctly pink tone that would probably redden into a serious
burn over the next couple of hours. Karen thought she probably wouldn't be much
good for anything for at least two days.
"Lizbeth has two choices,", Karen announced, to no one but herself and Lizbeth.
"She can nod her dumb little head now if she is sure she will never displease me
again, or she can shake her head to tell me she would prefer to continue to
provide entertainment in unique and interesting ways." Karen didn't bother to
look down. The head was nodding between her ankles.
"Lizbeth has two more choices. Lizbeth can nod her empty head now to indicate
that she vows her complete and total loyalty and obedience to me above all
others, or she can shake her head and be whipped on that nice sunburn for the
next hour." Again, Karen felt the head nodding between her feet.
"Lizbeth has two final choices, for now. Lizbeth can nod her head to show that
she vows not to repeat the nature of this little conversation to a living soul,
or she can shake her head and look forward to some sort of permanent maiming."
As expected, the head nodded.
Satisfied, Karen strolled back to the sunroom.
As she returned to her chair she noticed that the pig's hips were rotating in
perfect time with big sister's humping of the rabbit skin. Slut was whimpering
and moaning in orgasmic glee. Whore that she was, being allowed to pursue
endless orgasms while being watched was certainly a dream come true. Glancing
out at Lizbeth, laying exhausted on the lawn, Karen thought, "nightmare".
Dream, nightmare. Dream, nightmare. She smiled to herself.
After sipping a bit more scotch, she leaned forward to take a look at pig's
cunt. Sure enough, it had swelled with excitement and was oozing it's sweet
juices out of the little, pink slit and down over it's thighs. The cocktail of
drugs she had injected were taking hold. The pig would be insatiable in only a
few minutes.
Karen told henry to go out and remove the "tara" from Lizbeth, but to leave the
cuffs on her. He was to help her into the garage, remove the gag, and allow her
to drink water from the water bowl that pig used. She told him to put a collar
on her and to chain her to the outside of the little"A"frame hut using the short
chain that he would find hanging in the cabinet. He was then to clean the
"tara" device and put it back into the cabinet, then to report back to the
sunroom. She had planned to have slut clean Lizbeth in the back yard, but the
cunt could die on her before she was through using slut on the humping bar.
That would have to wait. At least henry could get her back inside and see that
she was hydrated.
By then the rabbit fur had become slick with slut's copius cunt juice. While
she hadn't slowed her pace yet, it was clear that her orgasms were coming more
frequently but with less intensity. Karen quickly padded off to the den, where
she had left her toolbox, and returned with a variety of items that might be
useful. The first was a tongue clamp.
She ordered slut to give her her tongue, then pulled it out to it's full length
and clamped the device down over the base so that it couldn't be retracted.
Slut was obviously alarmed at this development, which was to be expected. Next,
Karen poured a generous dollop of some of the sperm that had been collected over
the portion of slut's tongue that was outside of the clamp. She knew this would
torment the cunt because of her lust for cum and weeks of programming to savor
tasting and swallowing it. Much of it ran and dripped off slut's tongue,
falling down over her bouncing tits and running down her flat, hard stomach.
Slut whined at the loss of the sweet stuff, and curled the end of her tongue in
a vain effort keep it where she could at least taste it. She wanted it down her
throat, but had no way of getting it there. Her eyes crossed as she tried to
focus on her tongue and keeping the last little but of man juice puddled on it.
Tawny laughed out loud, clapping. "God, you're ruthless!"
Karen didn't react. Instead, she stepped over to amy to whisper in her ear. "I
want you to lick all of the cum off slut each time I put some on her. Linger on
her tongue. I want you to suck her tongue and I want you to bite her nipples.
Do it."
Almost immediately amy was slurping the cum off slut's sweaty body as it gyrated
over the humping bar. She worked her way from the bottom up, anxious to get
those long nipples between her teeth. Slut squeeled in pain when amy began to
gnaw incessantly on her right nipple. She alternated between sucking deeply and
biting down on it from it's base to it's tip, knowing it was the sort of abuse
Mistress Karen would approve of.
slut bucked violently in another rolling orgasm that she feared might not stop.
It took every bit of determination in her to keep humping the nasty rabbit fur
at the same pace even while cumming. Now, with the pretty little girl switching
to her right nipple it seemed as though the next orgasm began to build even
before the last one completely ended. She could not help but squeel louder,
shaking her breasts from side to side in an effort to break her right nipple
loose before it was chewed off. She began trying to flip the cum on her tongue
up over the clamp and into her mouth, knowing that if she didn't it would be
taken by the girl and she might not get any down her throat. Slut was beside
herself with pain, frustration, lust, humiliation, and a bit of anger that the
cum she had drained from so many cocks over so much time was being savored by
another. The girl had stood up and was pulling her hair to steady her
head...she was...Oh God No! She was taking her cum! Sucking it off her
tongue! She felt something cold her her forehead and looked up to see Miss
Karen pouring a few more drops of the precious stuff over her face. It ran down
into her eyes, but was followed quickly by the lapping tongue of the cum thief
who somehow seemed to share her lust for the spunk. Slut would never forgive
the bitch for this, no matter what! Then, even while the little cunt was biting
her tongue she began to cum again..."aaauggggggggggggg!", she screamed
incoherently.
Karen watched with satisfaction as slut's time of pleasure on the humping bar
began to turn violent. The cunt had progressed through her training so well
that the pain and mental anguish that was being dealt her only seemed to deepen
her sexual experience rather than take from it. That was a good thing. She
glanced over at Tawny, who was watching her. They exchanged winks of approval.
Slut's nipples were alternately being bitten and sucked when she next noticed
Miss Karen standing next to her with a bag full of wooden clothespins. One of
them was clamped over her left nostril, then her right, then several on her
ears, a few on her jawline, some on the underside of her tits...and each
one...soon began to...hurt...and...it felt like she was...burning all over...and
the little bitch was biting her...and..."aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhggggggggggg!" She
shuddered uncontrollably and bucked from side to side, bruising her inner thighs
as they banged against the humping bar. The clothespins were snapped down on
her waist and hips, and her belly button, and Oh, God! On her cunt, her lips,
and she...was cumming again!
Slut's brain seemed to be functioning at such a base level that she could no
longer think. It seemed as though she had begun to experience one long,
rolling, sexual seizure that was almost making it impossible to keep humping the
bar. She was burning now between her legs. Added to the torment of the girl
biting her and stealing the cum she had worked so hard to earn, Miss Karen was
removing and reattaching the clothespins all over her body so she couldn't
become accustomed to them. As all of this spun around and through her in a blur
of frenzied insanity, the man started slapping her in the face with his huge,
beautiful cock. It didn't hurt at all physically...but the anguish of being
denied having it in her mouth was more than she could bear. Each time she made
a stab at trying to capture it between her clamped tongue and upper lip, he
would deftly pull it away and slap her with it. All the while, she stroked the
beautiful thing up and down it's full length, displaying it for her from every
angle. The anger that welled up in her sprouted directly out of a sense of
frustration unlike anything she had ever contended with. She growled, groveled,
pleaded, and screamed incoherently as her entire being edged higher and higher
into an unfathonable pinnacle of confused sensations that ended in a primal
outburst and a stillness broken only by her panting and convulsing muscles.
"sssssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaugggggg
Gggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhss!"
Aside from slut, nothing moved in the room but the pig's hips.
"Uh-oh.", Tawny said, a broad smile on her face.
In the next instant henry grasped slut's head in an armlock as Mistress Karen
positioned the piercing needle directly in the middle of her tongue and pushed
it through with an efficiency only gained through dozens of similar experiences.
Slut's screaming was only altered by the pitch, and did not lessen until a large
gold stud had been locked into place and a capful of hydrogen peroxide poured
onto her tongue. The clamp was removed and slut instinctively retracted her
injured tongue back into the protectiveness of her mouth. This served to end
the racket she had been making and reduce her outbursts to the wimperings of a
broken, exhausted slut. Unfortunately, her owner was not yet through with her.
When slut tried to look up through tear-streaked eyes at the embodiment of
cruelty that had done this to her, all that she was able to see was the blur of
Miss Karen's open hand sweeping down and across her face.
Tawny's hand seemed to automatically move between her legs as she watched her
friend ruthlessly slap the sexy cunt back and forth across her face. The terror
in the creature's eyes told Tawny that this was a rare punishment, withheld for
special occasions such as this. She felt grateful to her dear friend and lover
for doing this in her honor, as she had so many times in the past. It was an
offering, and it made Tawny hotter than just about anything. The girl was
slapped an even dozen times, both front hand and back hand. Tawny wondered how
Karen avoided hurting her pretty hands, and hoped slut wouln't be bruised too
badly, or at least that she would heal up quickly if she was.
At Karen's instructions, slut was carried by henry into the garage and secured,
ankle to wrist, on top of Lizbeth. All of the clothespins were then removed,
and she was told by henry that she had best not be caught with her lips anywhere
but on Lizbeth's cunt. Lizbeth was given the same instruction, and henry left
them to their duty, there on the floor of the garage.
After weeks of denial, pig was excited to have an opportunity to hump herself to
orgasm. She felt badly for her sister, but at the same time could understand
that she was only getting what was coming to her. The injection had certainly
made pig hornier than she had ever been, and it took every ounce of discipline
that she had been taught to keep from trying to touch herself. But, to have
done so might have ruined her chance to ride the humping bar like slut had, and
that was what she wanted more than anything else in the whole world. The
smell of female arousal only added to her lust, and the room was thick with it.
She hoped she would be given a chance to lick her owner in appreciation for all
of her care and training, but whatever was to come would come despite her
wishes. For now, she was happy to climb onto the humping bar platform and wait
patiently until the naked man came and buckled her onto it. At long last her
owner ordered her to begin.
Karen was feeling a nice buzz. She noticed Tawny subtly stroking herself and
ordered amy over to her Mistress for a bit of pussy licking. Karen had always
appreciated henry's talents more, so returned to her chair next to Tawny and
motioned henry over between her parting legs. As they were each being licked
while sipping scotch and watching the pig ride the humping bar, Tawny reached
over to squeeze Karen's hand. "Thanks for a great morning.", she said
sincerely.
"Mmmmm.", Karen replied. Henry was good, and she might just be happy to have
him between her legs until dinnertime.
