CHAPTER 27 More Fun At Karen's
Slut and Lizbeth had arrived at a silent accomodation that, though they didn't
think about it, was helping them to bond with one another as sisters. Each had
had her pussy abused by Karen. Slut's was tender from being forced to rub it on
the nasty rabbit fur on the humping bar, far beyond the point where it stopped
being pleasant. Lizbeth had been cruelly impaled on metal phalluses then
shocked repeatedly. Neither was much in the mood for stimulation in the wrong
location, and each was grateful that the other was being gentle.
Given their orders to keep their mouths on the other's cunt, it was impossible
for them simply to maintain contact for the sake of it. So, slut concentrated
on keeping her licking confined to Lizbeth's outer lips and her clit while
Lizbeth concentrated on pushing her tongue deeply up into slut's vagina and
avoiding her reddened and sensitive lips and clit. This suited slut especially
well, because her freshly pierced tongue was quite painful and she was able to
satisfy her instructions by only using the tip of her tongue on Lizbeth. It
suited Lizebeth as well, dehydrated as she was, probing slut's cunt could at
least bring moisture into her body.
The garage was dark, hot, and very stuffy. They were not at all comfortable,
cuffed as they were, ankle to wrist, with slut on top. But, over time and with
much gentleness founded in mutual sympathy, they had managed to be able to give
each other at least enough pleasure to help pass the time. They did not stop
when the door opened and someone entered. Neither could see who it was, locked
in their forced embrace as they were. They knew their instructions and would
not violate them until told otherwise.
After an hour of watching the pig work itself into a frenzy on the humping bar
while henry serviced her own pussy and amy serviced Tawny's, Karen had decided
to check on "the girls", as she had put it. She was primarily concerned with
Lizbeth's hydration. It was a pleasant surprise to find them mewling and
moaning on each other's cunts. Karen smiled at the thought that she was forming
such a nice little family.
"How are we doing girls?", Karen asked, sounding like a suburbanite mother
checking on her teenage daughters.
slut spoke first, somewhat breathlessly. "This slut is fine, Miss Karen." She
winced. It was the first time she had spoken since Miss Karen had so cruelly
pierced her.
"This handmaiden is well, M'Lady.", Lizbeth answered.
"Good. Do we know why we were punished?"
"Yes, M'Lady.", Lizbeth replied solemnly.
slut hadn't answered, but kept licking Lizbeth's cunt.
"slut?"
slut turned her head slightly to the side. "This slut does not know why she was
punished, Miss Karen."
"Oh, how dumb of you, slut! You have completely forgotten my little rule about
bringing me back exact change and all receipts for purchases?"
slut was shocked. Miss Karen was right. She hadn't brought back the receipt
for the gas, let alone the change. It had all been in the van after she had
been abused by the policewoman, but...the next morning she hadn't seen it again,
and had...forgotten.
"No, er, yes, Miss Karen.", slut answered, feeling her pulse quicken.
"Choose one, slut."
Miss Karen's tone was changing. slut hated that. "Yes, Miss Karen. This slut
forgot to bring back the change and receipts." That felt better. She had
already been punished, after all. Lying would only make it worse.
Karen followed through. "What happened to the change and the receipt for your
gas?"
"Um, it was...not in the van the morning this slut drove home, Miss Karen."
"You mean you lost it?"
"No, Miss Karen."
"You mean someone took it?"
"Um, yes, Miss Karen."
"Isn't that blaming someone else for something you had sole responsibility for?"
Lizbeth was holding her tongue deeply embedded in slut's cunt, making it more
diffficult for slut to concentrate on what she should say. "No, yes...yes Miss
Karen."
"You mean that you intend to blame human beings superior to you for your failure
to follow your instructions?"
This was not going well. "No, Miss Karen."
Lizbeth slowly probed slut's cunt, grateful that it was not she that was being
grilled in this manner.
"Let me make this simple, slut. Repeat after me. This slut is a dumb cunt."
"This slut is a dumb cunt."
"This dumb cunt lost her owner's money and failed to follow instructions."
"This dumb cunt lost her owner's money and failed to follow instructions."
"Say it again."
"This dumb cunt lost her owner's money and failed to follow instructions."
"Again."
"This dumb cunt lost her owner's money and failed to follow instructions."
Why were you punished today, slut?
"This dumb cunt lost her owner's money and failed to follow instructions."
Karen turned and walked casually out of the garage, leaving "the girls" to their
pleasant afternoon of licking each other.
Karen had released the pig from the humping bar as soon as it appeared as though
it was suffering some discomfort. The bar wasn't going to be a punishment for
it, as it had been for it's sister. The humping bar was going to be pig's
reward. Though the nice little narcotic cocktail that Karen had injected into
the animal was far from worked out of it's system, it's cunt had grown sensitive
to the constant rubbing on the sopping rabbit fur. So, Karen had cuffed the pig
and placed it over in the corner while she had henry put away the humping bar
and clean up a bit. Henry had been told to remove the rabbit fur from it and
place it inside pig's end of the little hut in which it was kept at night. It
was a good thing for the creature to enjoy the constant odor of female arousal
while it slept. To internalize such a thing would only enhance pig's desire to
worship pussies and cunts when it got the chance.
At Karen's direction amy had carefully poured all of the cum from the three
bowls into a number of small plastic containers. Most were placed in the
freezer, some in the refrigerator.
Karen returned to the sunroom to find Tawny watching the pig. "I wonder if Doc
could give the pig little pointy ears, like an elf?", Tawny asked thoughtfully.
Karen returned to her chair next to Tawny. "Have you ever seen it done?", she
asked.
"No, but there's always a first!"
Karen could tell that Tawny was warming to her own idea as each second ticked
by.
"What if he botched it?"
"Then he'd owe me one."
"What about the pig, though?"
"I dunno, Karen. Off to the barbecue with it, I guess. Do you care?" Tawny
was impatient with such questions. Surely Karen didn't care that much about
this one.
Karen felt foolish. The pig was a throwaway and she knew it. "No, of course
not." If the pig was going to be their common fetish project, why not have it's
ears pointed? "I don't want it looking like Spock, though.":, Karen added.
"Spock had hair.", Tawny retorted.
"Whatever. You can do what you like while I'm gone."
"Thank you, sweetie.", Tawny answered, leaning over for a quick kiss. "So when
do I get my special treat?"
"You mean watching the pig lose it's innocence?"
"Yesssssssssss!" Tawny leaned down, parting Karen's robe to tenderly kiss her
right nipple.
"Well, we could do it now or later this evening, after dinner. I was thinking
I'd take you to a nice little place I know..."
"Okay.", Tawny answered. "I'm thinking it's probably time to go over to "my"
house and get situated. How long can a girl go around here without any
clothes?"
They arranged for Tawny to return to Karen's house at six o'clock. Tawny had
amy dress in Lizbeth's clothes from the evening before and retrieve some clothes
for henry so that the three of them could unpack and begin to get settled into
the "guest" house. Tawny pulled on her brown silk dress from the evening before
and left, but not before giving Karen a long embrace. "It's been so long.", she
whispered. "Today was great...thank you!".
Karen returned to the garage and removed slut from on top of Lizbeth, sending
her out into the yard to clean herself up as she would have that morning, if not
for the fact that she had been enroute from Miami. Lizbeth was uncuffed and
ordered to crawl to the sunroom, where Karen put her to work licking the pig's
sweet cunt. It would do well to keep Lizbeth down for a while. Licking the
animal's cunt, especially after it had been well worked, would keep the haughty
bitch from thinking too much of herself.
She would be taking slut along for dinner tonight with Tawny. Slut could be
relied upon to provide entertainment and keep the evening from getting stale.
Though Karen and Tawny held a deep and abiding affection and lust for each
other, they sometimes had difficulty making conversation. Slut would be
available to make up for any awkward moments. Tawny loved psychodrama, and
Karen was sure slut could provide it.
She felt somewhat uncomfortable about slut's former home. Though she didn't
have an expectation of it, she sometimes worried that someone could show up
there looking for slut. She expected to be made aware by her training team if
the mother were on the move, and so would have some warning there. The team's
penetration didn't include shipboard data, let alone much D.O.D. information.
So, the husband might pop up, though it would be outside of his deployment
schedule. She knew the Navy didn't release sailors from deployment for marital
problems. But, there was always the unanticipated problem. Tawny could
probably deal with any unexpected intrusions, but she needed to talk with her
about it. She wouldn't feel comfortable leaving any of the slaves over there,
though. She would have to keep them in her home tonight while she and Tawny
were having their fun.
Karen's scotch buzz was wearing off, and she needed for it to. She rarely drank
that early, and it was difficult to stop once she started. She would have slut
make her some lemonade and a pot of coffee. That would be nice.
Despite the terrible and humiliating ordeal slut had suffered, she was relieved
to again be doing something familiar. It felt good to be cleaned up, both
inside and out. Her cunt was still sore, though now it was more irritated than
outright painful. Her tongue throbbed from the fresh piercing. The slapping
hadn't left any marks, but, like being tormented by the witholding of the cum
she felt she had earned, there remained a psychological wound that told her she
needed to try harder to please Miss Karen. It was with this resolve that she
assumed the proper position outside the sunroom to await further instructions.
She was relieved that she didn't have to wait long. The sun was brutal and it
was a huge relief to get back into the air conditioning after all the time she
had spent either outside or in the stuffy garage. Pig was enjoying the
attentions of Lizbeth's tongue in the sunroom, but slut was not able to enjoy
more than a cursory glance in that direction before being sent to the kitchen
for lemonade and coffee. Miss Karen's mood had changed and she seemed relaxed.
Miss Tawny and the blonde "slaves", henry and amy were gone. Slut felt better
now that she was doing something productive for Miss Karen. The coffee would be
excellent and the lemonade just as her owner liked it. slut would make sure.
After serving Miss Karen in her office, slut assumed her "wait" position. She
was quickly told to kneel, and spent the next several minutes waiting silently,
with her hands clasped together behind her neck and her knees spread
shoulder-width apart. She concentrated on arching her back just so, ensuring
her tummy was held in while her chest and ass were displayed enticingly. Miss
Karen never even looked in her direction. Slut could not help but steal little
glances at her owner. Despite all of the abuse she had suffered, she had come
to revere her. She depended on this woman for all that she was. Without this
woman she would not be the wanton slut she had become, and although much of the
life was grueling, the rewards...the cocks...the...
"Tonight you'll be accompanying us to dinner. You'll be prepared for anything.
You'll not embarrass me. Do you understand?"
slut's mind had begun to wander to visions of cocks and of cum. Miss Karen
almost caught her off guard and unprepared. She answered "Yes, Miss Karen.",
without hesitating. What else could she say?
"You know that public use of you is one of the purposes of my keeping you,
correct?"
"Yes, Miss Karen." Slut wondered why so much was being made of it. Would it be
that bad that she had to be prepared for it?
"Good. Now go clean the house, but keep yourself fresh." Miss Karen looked up
at her for the first time. She was smiling.
Tawny looked ravishing. Her body was made for little cocktail dresses. She
smiled broadly and performed several pirouettes for Karen, which was cute. They
touched cheeks in lieu of kissing. Karen had chosen to wear her plum Versace,
which Tawny had never seen. "My goodness gracious! You look good enough to
eat!", Tawny exclaimed in a false southern accent.
Henry and amy had filed past Tawny to choose appropriate positions just inside
the entry foyer. They quickly stripped out of their blue nylon sweat pants to
reveal that they were wearing matching white lycra bike shorts. They also wore
matching white cotton tank tops. Henry carried a small black gym bag. They
folded the sweat pants neatly and stacked them on the floor against the wall.
Karen was always impressed by henry and amy. They were good thinkers.
"I thought maybe we could have them work out while we're gone?", Tawny
suggested. "After being in a box for two days I'm sure a nice ride on your
stationery bike would do them some good."
Karen didn't trust anyone, and her first thought was of what she needed to
secure. All of her government issue equipment was already locked in a crate in
her bedroom closet. That she had done in preparation of the visit. "Why not?",
she replied.
"Would you mind if we brought slut along with us?", Karen asked. Tawny had
been quite open about how much she admired slut. Her answer was predictable.
"Not at all."
"Good. You get to choose her outfit, won't that be fun?" Karen smiled.
"You keep thinking of me! How nice of you. I'd love to dress up that doll
baby. Where is she?"
Karen called for slut, who had been dusting the guest bedroom.
Still naked, slut moved quickly toward Miss Karen's voice. She had heard the
doorbell ring and knew Miss Karen's friend had returned. She found them still
in the entry, and assumed her position before answering, "Yeth, Mith Kawen?"
The piercing in her tongue still hurt and she was avoiding using it as much as
possible. She felt her nipples hardening.
"Tawny will be choosing your attire and accessories for this evening, slut.
Show her your clothes and take your instructions from her."
Yeth, Mith Kawen.", slut replied. She moved off in the direction of Miss
Karen's den, where the boxes full of slutty clothes Miss Karen had made her
purchase were kept.
Karen turned toward henry and amy. "amy, go with them to help prepare slut."
Amy was off quickly to do as she was told, leaving Karen alone with henry. The
bike shorts were a nice touch on him, what with the nice package he offered and
the impressive bulge it produced.
"henry, you know how much I love you and that big hard cock of yours. If it
weren't for my preference for pretty women I surely could go over to the other
side with the likes of you." She traced a finger along the outline of his cock.
She loved to torment henry. She also loved that his brain was high functioning
enough that he knew when she wanted him to speak. He remained silent.
"I am going to offer you an incentive, henry. If you and amy can ride my
stationery bike sixty miles in the three hours we're gone, you'll have three
choices when we return. They'll all be good ones for you, very good. Keep in
mind that I have tape running of the entire house and that I don't want either
of you to leave the bicycle area. When one is riding the other is to be
kneeling as if waiting. We'll ensure that you have plenty of water. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, M'Lady.", henry answered respectfully. He was a gem.
"Good. For now I need you to go water Lizbeth, then secure her in the far side
of the little hut we've got her chained to. Then get a roll of the clothesline
I have in the garage and bring it to the sunroom."
"Yes, M'Lady." Henry moved away quickly and enthusiastically, as he always did
when given instructions.
Karen strolled to the sunroom to wait for henry there.
slut was already trying on her third outfit for Miss Tawny. She was becoming
wetter and wetter, and feared that soon her arousal would become apparent to the
woman and her "slave", amy, who was watching silently. slut had becomed
accustomed to being naked around Miss Karen all day, but these women were
strangers. She was embarassed by her long nipples and smooth cunt, and made
nervous by the need to obey every instruction she was given. Through it all,
too much of her mind was occupied by the bulge she had seen in the tight white
shorts in the entry foyer. She wondered when, or if, she would get to service
that cock. If only...
It was with considerable trepidation that slut realized the tight white tube top
and black spandex micromini skirt were Miss Tawny's preference for her attire
for the evening. Next she modeled her limited selection of shoes and a pair of
black, five inch heeled sandals were chosen. Miss Tawny then ordered amy to
make slut up "that special way that you are so good at", and strode out of the
room. Silently, slut led amy to the guest bathroom where all of her cosmetics
and jewelry were kept. The slave made her face up to look like a high priced
hooker. That was slut's observation only relative to her face and hair, which
were very tastefully done, though no so conservative as she might have preferred
in her old life. The "slave" girl painted slut's finger and toe nails bright
red to match her lipstick, and installed five large hoops in each ear. These
additions to her slutty clothes and shoes made her look like nothing more than a
streetwalker, and a blatant one at that. slut was clearly distressed, but her
cunt juices continued to flow and her inner thighs were now slick with them.
Just before finishing up, amy whispered to slut, "I think you're going to be in
for an interesting evening.", and winked. slut had no idea how to answer, so
didn't. she was taken firmly by the wrist and led out of the bathroom in
search of the Mistresses. They were both in the sunroom, watching henry finish
binding up the pig.
slut was shocked to see how severly tied pig was. There were a few times when
she felt pangs of guilt or sympathy for the creature that had once been her
adoptive sister, and this was one of them. Each of pig's lower legs had been
doubled back and bound tightly to it's upper legs, while it's arms were bound
together behind it's back from the wrists to the elbows. slut hadn't known
megan to have been that flexible, and was amazed that her, or it's, shoulder's
had not separated from their sockets. pig's expression was one of obvious
distress and confusion - the pain must have been overwhelming.
Miss Karen had henry prop the pig in a position such that it rested only on it's
knees and it's hands, then ordered him to use some twine to bind pig's cunt
open. henry quickly knotted the twine to the top ring in the pig's right cunt
lip, then passed the string around and under pig's ass to the top ring on it's
left cunt lip. He continued until it's cunt was bound open in a sort of reverse
lacing arrangement, and tied off the twine only after stretching pig's cuntlips
so widely apart that slut wondered that the rings didn't tear the pig's flesh.
Miss Karen then had him pass the twine through both of pig's nipple rings, then
through it's tongue ring. Pulling steadily until pig's tongue was fully
distended downward and it's nipples pulled up and inward, henry then knotted the
twine to the tongue ring. He then followed his instructions in knotting a new
length of the twine to pig's nose ring and passing the free end through an
eyehook in the ceiling. With nothing more than the motion of a finger, Miss
Karen directed henry to pull the twine steadily but slowly. This had the effect
of causing the pig to shuffle painfully on it's knees the two or three feet that
it could until it was centered directly beneath the eyehook and could no longer
relieve the pressure by moving. It was no longer resting on it's hands and was
being held in a vertical position by it's nose ring.
pig's eyes rolled around in a panic, but slut could see that it's tasty little
cunt (she had grown fond of it) was brimming with thick juices that seemed to
ooze freely out of the bright pink little hole that Miss Karen had chosen to
display so cruelly. It's mouth was forced wide open by the opposing nose and
tongue bindings, and slut noted how perfectly matched the pig's tongue was to
it's cunt.
Miss Karen extended the smallest mercy by having henry place small throw pillows
under the pig's knees. Of course this necessitated a tightening of the twine
connected to it's nose, and henry attended to it without the need for Miss Karen
to direct it.
"How nice.", Miss Tawny commented.
"I thought henry and amy could use a bit of diversion while they're riding. If
they cover sixty miles before we return, I think they will deserve a reward.
What do you think?"
"Mmmm. I agree. Something for everyone to look forward to!", Tawny gushed.
"A little incentive."
"You are wicked, but that's why I love you."
Now Miss Tawny's attention turned to slut. "My God, amy! You've outdone
yourself!"
"Yes, indeed.", Miss Karen agreed. Except there's just one final touch that's
missing. henry, go to the cabinet in the garage and bring me the small wooden
box."
slut stole a glance at henry's ass as he made off toward the garage. He was
awesome, especially in those bike shorts. She tried to distract herself from
thinking about what was in the box, or what "final touch" was missing.
henry returned quickly, handing the box to Miss Karen, who opened it and held it
out for slut to see. "This is my piercing kit, slut. I'm going to pierce your
navel now." Miss Karen removed a small bottle of alcohol, a cotton swab, and a
circular needle from the box, then handed it back to henry. She sent amy off to
retrieve the ring she had gotten for the occasion. It was in Miss Karen's
bedroom, in the nightstand drawer. Miss Tawny moved in closer to watch. Miss
Karen swabbed the area just above slut's navel with the alcohol and handed the
bottle and cotton swab back to henry. She took a pinch of slut's flesh there
between her thumb and forefinger and quickly forced the needle up through from
beneath. slut gasped aloud, not expecting the pain to be quite what it was. By
then amy had returned. Miss Karen removed a tool from the box and passed a
small silver ring through the piercing before clamping it down with the tool,
resulting in a snap that meant to slut that the thing was permanent. Tears
welled up in her eyes, but no so much from the pain as from the thought that now
she was marked, permanently. Miss Karen had told her to look at her new
piercing, and she could see quite plainly that from the ring hung a silver charm
in the form of a pair of handcuffs.
slut then suffered the humiliation of having to display herself in various
poses, spin slowly around, and walk back and forth across the room a few times
for the entertainment of Miss Karen and her friend. This concluded with a
statement by Miss Tawny that only served to further bring slut down. "She looks
like a desperate slut trying to relive her teenage years, it's perfect!"
"We'll have to add the required tattoo above her ass later.", Miss Karen
responded.
"Good idea."
Miss Karen grasped slut by the wrist and pulled her off toward the garage. She
told henry and amy to start riding, and to make sure Lizbeth was okay.
slut climbed into the back seat of the Jag and assumed the position that she was
required to ride in. She lifted the micromini so that her ass would be in
direct contact with the center of the forward edge of seat, touched her toes to
the opposite outside rear corners of the bucket seats, and clasped her hands at
the small of her back. She was not permitted to allow her shoulders to rest
against the seat, so the position tended to cause her to work her abs in order
to keep her torso upright. It was strenuous, but bearable. Miss Tawny climbed
into the front on the passenger side and turned toward slut. Miss Karen had
gone to reenter the house. Nervous, especially after all that had transpired
that day, slut kept her eyes glued to the console between the seats.
"Ready for an exciting evening, slut?"
"Yeth, Mith Tawny.", slut answered.
"I can hardly wait to have a go with you. I find you very attractive." Miss
Tawny's voice was purring. "Do you find me attractive?" She tossed her hair
back over her right ear.
"Yeth, Mith Tawny." slut answered evenly, carefully.
"Well, with just us girls going out tonight, I suppose we'll find out just what
kind of a girl you are, won't we?"
"Yeth, Mith Tawny."
"I may be taking possession of you for a while, soon. I'd hate to have to do
that if I was unhappy with you. I'm sure you'll do your best to make me happy
tonight?"
This was bad. Or good. slut didn't know. She shouldn't think. "Yeth, Mith
Tawny." She added a slight nod for emphasis. Her chest was rising and falling
more now, what with the heat of the garage, the strain of holding the position,
and the line of questioning Miss Tawny was following.
"Do you like to lick pussies, slut?"
"Yeth, Mith Tawny."
"Would you like to lick my pussy tonight?"
slut was oozing. Her nipples hardened. Her body's reactions always made it
more difficult to stay focused. "Oh, yeth, Mith Tawny.!", slut answered
enthusiastically. If not her owner's pussy, slut would be happy to serve her
beautiful, exotic friend.
It was at that moment that Miss Karen returned, carrying the purse that slut
thought she must have forgotten. Before slut knew it, they were speeding off
down the road, bound for an evening out. Just the three of them.
