CHAPTER 32 Exodus
"We need to cut and run.", Karen said plainly.
Tawny paused on the bottom of a downstroke, leaving slut's tongue fully extended
up her ass. "What?"
"We have to get out. By tomorrow morning."
"Why?"
Karen nodded quickly toward slut. Tawny understood that it had something to do
with slut's ex-husband or some other family connection. She and Karen had
discussed what they would have to do if someone were to come snooping. What
aroused Tawny's curiosity was how Karen would know in advance that someone was
coming to snoop around for either slut or pig's whereabouts.
"You got a call?" Tawny asked innocently.
Karen knew her friend had heard the cellphone. She never missed a thing, even
when she was enjoying one of her favorite pastimes. Karen flashed her "do you
think I'm stupid?" look. "I've got to get the moving company out here."
"What do you need me to do?" Tawny was unfazed by the rebuff. She loved
Karen's bluntness. She was a no-nonsense girl.
"Nothing, really. Just be ready to go tonight or tomorrow."
"You know me. I'm always ready to go!" Tawny smiled warmly. She didn't want
her friend to feel bad about the abrupt end to their time together.
"We ought to have more conversations with you sitting on a warm tongue. You
really are more pleasant.", Karen joked with a wry twisting of her lips.
"I am a pushover when my little bottom is being licked. Guilty as charged."
Tawny giggled.
Karen strolled off toward the sunroom, where lizbeth and amy were both waiting
in their proper positions. "Well, ladies. Our time together is coming to a
quick and unexpected end. amy, you'll need to go and begin packing my clothes.
lizbeth, take your wet cunt and go retrieve pig. Tie pig to the stake in the
back yard, then report to me."
The young women sprang to action, replying almost simultaneously, "Yes, M'Lady."
Karen called the moving company and made arrangements for them to come retrieve
her "packing crates". She got assurances from them that they would be in the
driveway at eight o'clock in the morning, but she never trusted the competence
of men and had doubts as to whether her egress plans would go off without a
hitch or two.
It had been an enjoyable summer, and now she had her retirement to look forward
to. One more stint and she would be free to pursue her lifestyle on a full time
basis. What was best about it was that she would be sharing it with Tawny and
her almost unlimited resources. Karen looked around the sunroom. There would
be no more temporary housing in her future. This arrangement had served her
purposes for the summer, but she had felt clausterphobic. This was especially
true now that she had a narrow timeline in which to depart cleanly.
Tawny was reluctantly climbing off the table when lizbeth passed through enroute
to the guest bedroom. Curious as to what she was doing, Tawny followed. The
second she entered the doorway she saw lizbeth push her right hand down the
front of the little shorts and begin stroking herself. Tawny was incredulous.
She hadn't seen it, but Karen had been right all along. lizbeth was severely
lacking in discipline if she would break one of the cardinal rules of her
servitude by giving herself pleasure without permission. Tawny knew the effects
of the drug cocktail lizbeth and slut had secretly been given were the likely
cause of such a transgression. For all she knew, the horniness caused by the
concoction might be overwhelming for even the best of slaves. In the end,
however, she didn't much care. "I'm very disappointed in you, lizbeth.", she
said softly.
lizbeth's entire body shook in fear and surprise. She quickly jerked her hand
out of the shorts and turned, falling to her knees. "This humble servant is so
very sorry, M'Lady.", she whispered. This was bad enough, but it Mistress Karen
heard about it...
"I'm afraid "sorry" just won't be adequate in this case. We'll let Karen decide
your fate."
"Oh, please NO!", lizbeth gasped. She hadn't been invited to speak, but her
response had been instantaneous and without thought. She was more afraid of
Mistress Karen than she had ever been of anyone or anything. Tears welled up in
her eyes and began cascading down over her reddening cheeks.
"No? I'm sure I just heard you say the word "NO" to your owner. Is that what I
heard?"
lizbeth felt as though her entire world had just caved in on her. Not only had
she been caught stroking herself, but now she had crossed over into insolence
and was approaching disobedience. Mistress Tawny would not tolerate it, she
knew. "Yes, M'Lady. This humble servant did as M'Lady says, but she did not
mean it."
"And so by that you mean your owner is expected by you, a worthless whore, to
interpret the difference between what slaves say and what they really mean?"
Confused and unable to think, lizbeth began to crawl submissively toward her
Mistress's feet. She hoped groveling would help.
"I am quite sure I didn't tell you to move!", Tawny barked.
lizbeth was shocked by her tone. She had never heard Mistress Tawny raise her
voice as she just had. She knew Mistress Karen would appear soon, drawn by the
anger in Mistress Tawny's voice. lizbeth assumed the proper position, kneeling
up with her knees spread widely and her hands laced together behind her neck.
Then, she began to cry uncontrollably.
Karen was delighted by the fact that the haughty English bitch had proven her
lack of trustworthiness to Tawny. Unlike Tawny, she knew the effects of the
cocktail she was experimenting with were absolutely overwhelming. Anyone under
it's effects would be rendered uncontrollably horny to the point that most would
be willing to do anything to satisfy their sexual urges. Keeping slut bound
while leaving lizbeth loose to get into trouble was part of her devious plan for
the day - at least up until the point of becoming preoccupied with leaving the
area.
pig was plainly visible, bound face down on a folding table. It would have been
impossible to keep her from knowing that her surpise involved tattoos and pig,
but she had no idea how extensively Tawny had covered pig's hide. The entire
backside of her body, from the base of her bald skull to her feet, was
completely covered in ink. Karen was flattered and anxious to look the animal
over in closer detail. For now, though, the matter of punishing Tawny's
worthless cunt would have to take priority.
It occurred to Karen that she hadn't put anyone on top of the hut yet that
summer. Sitting on the hut would be an appropriate punishment and it would
provide great fun throughout the afternoon while keeping lizbeth out of the way
as they made ready to leave. On the other hand, lizbeth's aversion to straight
sex would make for an ideal use of Karen's fuck box. No need to exclude
anything. "Crawl to the garage, you worthless piece of shit.", Karen said
menacingly.
lizbeth wept openly as she crawled out of the room toward the garage. Karen
smiled warmly at her lover, who appeared to be genuinely let down by lizbeth's
transgression. She thought for a moment that she would tell Tawny the drugs
made any self control impossible, but decided to wait until she had had her fun
punishing the English cunt.
Tawny nodded her head suggestively toward pig. "Take a look at your surprise?"
Karen nodded, taking Tawny's hand and stepping over to the side of the table
onto which pig had been strapped. The mural was unbelievable in it's artfulness
and detail. Karen laughed out loud, pointing to a miniature scene on pig's left
hip. "Our first capture!"
"Yes. I thought you would appreciate that one.", Tawny answered, passing her
hand lightly over the area. "There are so many fond memories recorded on this
hide. It's almost like a family bible for us, isn't it?"
Karen liked the sound of that. She put her arm around Tawny's waist and pulled
her close. "Did you leave room for our future?"
"Oh, yes. The entire front is a blank canvas. The back is pre-retirement, and
the front is will be everything after!"
Karen was amazed. Tawny had perfectly captured the small clearing in the woods
where she and Karen had tied that little whore. Every detail was there, from
the fence post they had mounted her on to the switches they had cut to whip her.
And there, just above pig's ass, was another great memory. In the alley. The
waitress Karen had forced to eat them! That was wonderful, too.
It was clear that pig was no longer a commodity to be traded, and that it
certainly couldn't be allowed go get loose with a literal accounting of Karen
and Tawny's deviant lifestyle depicted on it's hide. A lot of harm could come
to them if that happened. "What do you have planned for pig?"
Tawny lit up. She always did when given the chance to explain a creative idea.
It was yet another thing Karen loved about her. "Oh, I have this great design
for a display case in the entry. It will recess into the floor so that pig, or
whoever, can be mounted in it below the main floor level. We'll mount her on a
pole that will piston up and down and rotate, and I'll have all sorts of effects
going on inside...lighting, fiber optics, lasers, fog. We'll encase it in
two-way mirror so that pig only ever sees it's own reflection. I'm thinking
about some sort of overhead rigging that will manage it's arms and legs like a
sort of marionette. It makes me wet just to think about it. What a great
feature it will be, don't you think?"
Karen was laughing at the way in which Tawny got carried away describing her
plan. She knew that it would come to fruition at some point and would be a
first-class amenity in Tawny's palacial mountain home. "Yes, I think.", she
answered warmly. She kissed Tawny softly on her lips, whispering, "Thank you
for my gift, and thank you for coming to see me."
"I wish it didn't have to end so quickly.", Tawny replied sadly.
"I know. But, at least we can have fun for another night."
"We have to be out by tomorrow?"
"Yes. Noon at the latest."
"Bitch!"
"Cunt!"
lizbeth knelt up on the warm concrete of the garage floor. She was crying
uncrontrollably, the tears falling down over the little red sports bra top
Mistress Karen had made her wear. As troubling as the fear she held for
Mistress Karen and the punishment she would be receiving, the unfettered lust
that emanated out of her burning hot, wet cunt was more than she could bear.
She had never had to reconcile two competing emotions in this way before, and
was simply having a meltdown from the pressure. She wondered if Mistress Tawny
were serious about making her into one of the household whores. She thought
that perhaps she could never be rehabilitated to the degree of trust she had
enjoyed up until then. To be caught as she had been...she knew she was a great
disappointment, and this troubled her very deeply.
She hadn't been in position for more than a minute or two when henry entered.
He silently moved across in front of her and opened the large cabinet that
housed many of Mistress Karen's terrible implements. In seconds, he had fitted
the leather hood over her head and buckled the straps that ran up from the base
of her scull to the top of her head. He forced the black rubber penis gag
between her lips and snapped it to the hood down along her jawline, then zipped
closed the eye openings, rendering her unable to see anything but blackness. He
placed cuffs on her wrists, ankles, elbows, and knees, then helped her to a
standing position so that he could strip the shorts and bra top from her body.
The heat in the garage was stifling. Combined with the effects of the hood and
her fear, she had begun to perspire at a pace that caused her entire body to
become slick with perspiration. She could feel it pouring down over her in
teasing little streams. It reminded her of the torture she had suffered in the
back yard, impaled on the steel rods and suffering random shocks throughout what
must have been several hours of brutal punishment. Would this be worse? She
immediately regretted not trying to escape. Now that she was hooded and henry
was latching her wrists and elbows together in front of her, there would be no
avoiding what would come. He must have fastened a line to her wrist cuffs, for
he quickly and very forcefully jerked her arms up over her head and tugged
several times until she was only able to support herself on her toes with her
legs together. Then, nothing.
slut had heard the entire exchange between lizbeth and the Mistresses. She had
been trying to eavesdrop on the muted conversation taking place between her
owners after lizbeth had crawled off in tears for the garage. What interfered
with her ability to concentrate on listening was the unbelievable horniness she
was experiencing on the table. Her tongue felt cramped and sore from spending
so much time servicing Miss Tawny, but her nipples and cunt were raging for
attention that just didn't seem to be in the offing. It made her crazy, being
bound that way and left useless. Oh, if only she could be fucked! She would do
anything to be fucked! Anything! More out of frustration and lust than any
conscious thought, she began to moan.
henry had passed through behind her. She had twisted her neck radically to try
to get a view of his body, but had failed. Miss Karen had whispered some
instruction to him and he had gone to the garage, presumably to prepare lizbeth
for her punishment. slut wondered if the punishment could be any worse than the
fate she was suffering. Even the white lightning bite of a whip on her cunt
would be better than this, this, infernal nothingness! "Please!", she cried
out.
"Problem?", Karen asked.
slut blinked herself out of the unsated sexual reverie she was floating in to
focus on the shape beside her. Oh, God! "Oh, God!", slut blurted errantly.
She was instantly rewarded for her transgression by a series of brutally hard
slaps across her face. Now she was tearing up, her chest heaving for breath
that just didn't seem as though it would ever come. Her face throbbed, then
seemed to go numb.
"Amy!", Karen called. When the little beauty appeared Karen nodded toward the
gaping, swollen bare cunt that seemed to be giving slut so much trouble.
"slut's cunt has gone into overdrive, sweetie. See that it's packed full of ice
for me."
"Yes, M'lady.", Amy answered. She curtsied, then moved quickly into the kitchen
to retrieve the ice bin from the freezer. It was full. She placed it between
slut's legs and began pushing cubes, one at a time, between the slick, swollen
lips and deep into slut's cunt.
"When it is full, take pig out into the back yard and chain it to the stake,
then finish packing my things. Are you almost through?"
"Yes, M'Lady.", Amy answered enthusiastically.
"I can always count on you, Amy.", Karen said softly as she strolled off toward
the garage. Henry was just tying off the line that secured lizbeth to the
eyehook in the ceiling. He snapped into his position to await further
instructions. Karen explained to henry that Tawny's visit was coming to an
earlier than expected end, and that he needed to begin to pack up most of her
toys and equipment in the garage. She specified what should be put away and
sealed into each wooden crate, and which crates to move over toward the garage
door. She told him that if he was unclear on anything, that he should find her
and ask. As henry turned to begin his task, Karen heard a car pull into the
driveway.
She quickly retraced her steps to the guest bedroom, where she had a concealed
vantage point from which to see the driveway. Tawny noted the expression of
alarm on her face, and followed her without speaking. Through the sheers Karen
was quite surprised to see a sailor in dress whites climbing out of a small
sedan. She immediately knew it was slut's ex. She had disposed of enough
pictures of him to be able to spot him anywhere. "Those fucking morons!", she
gasped, half under her breath. Thinking quickly, she took Tawny's hand and
pulled her into the kitchen, closing the door to the guest bedroom behind her.
slut was groaning loudly, unhappy and frustrated at being stuffed full of ice
cubes. amy assumed her position when the Mistresses entered.
"Take slut into the garage immediately. Gag her and secure her there. Stay in
the garage. Tell henry to be quiet and wait."
amy sensed the urgency in Mistress Karen's voice. "Yes, M'Lady.", she replied.
She moved under the table and untied slut's bindings, stood to help slut down
off the table, and guided her efficiently out of the room and to the garage.
Just as she was closing the door to the garage behind her, the doorbell rang.
"Shit!", Karen blurted.
Tawny was slightly bemused, though careful and sensitive enough not to show any
sign of it. She had never seen Karen loose her cool like this. "Husband?", she
asked innocently.
Karen nodded in reply, then hurried off toward her bedroom. She returned almost
instantly, slipping her stun gun into the waistband of her shorts at the small
of her back. Tawny was smiling at her, as though nothing were happening at all.
"What?", Karen asked in a half whisper. She was flabbergasted that Tawny
seemed not to understand the situation.
"Relax. Have fun! We've been through worse than this!", Tawny said
reassuringly. "I'm with you...we'll be fine. Want me to get the door?"
Tawny's confidence would have been contagious if Karen had more time to absorb
it. "No.", she said, taking a deep breath. She told herself to let time slow
down, and to breath easily.
Karen opened the door with the thought that she was being disturbed by an
unexpected visitor. This would cause everything to flow. She always performed
better when she could create the proper mental context. When she had a full
view of the man, she smiled and looked him up and down, as though he were a
pleasant surprise. "Hi!", she said cheerily.
"Hello.", he said flatly. "I'm looking for my wife." There was no smile.
Pretending to notice his nametag for the first time, she motioned with her
finger toward his former home. "Oh. You're Carol's ex?" Karen was confident
she had inserted just enough empathy into the question. His eyes seemed to
brighten, but just a bit. He saw a glimmer of hope. Maybe she would be able to
help him. She wanted him to think he had found a friend, to put him at ease.
She didn't need for him to be jumpy. He nodded.
"Do you know how I can get in touch with her?", he asked.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm being rude. Won't you come in?" Karen reminded herself
of June Cleaver. Very domestic. Very polite. Very dangerous. He stepped
through the doorway as she moved off to the side, closing it behind him. There
stood Tawny, all five feet six inches of exotic asian beauty, completely naked.
Karen had assumed that she would have stepped out of view to put some clothes on
while she was answering the door. This was almost as big a surprise to her as
it obviously was to the dumb sailor. Karen started to feel her temper rise,
then remembered what Tawny had said about making it fun. Now that they had him
inside, he wasn't getting out again. She decided in an instant to have some fun
with it. She allowed Tawny, who stood near the entry to the kitchen just as
casually as you please, and the sailor, to stare at each other for a few long,
awkward seconds before saying, "You are such a slut! Go put some clothes on,
Mandy!"
With an overexaggerated look of surprise on her face, Tawny replied in a thick
Puerto Rican accent, "Joo no mine me strutteeng my stuff all morneen, beech!
Now joo wan me to cover up my shit juss because Mr. Sailorman is here?"
Karen raised her voice. "Just go get dressed, okay?"
"Joo ain't da boss a' me. Maybe sailorman like what he sees, no?", Tawny cooed.
"I'm so sorry, ah...what was your name?" Karen asked.
"Tom. Tom Sizemore."
"Oooohh! He ees the ol man of that sexy beech that use to leeve ness door.",
Tawny exclaimed excitedly, waving a finger back and forth in the air. "She had
one sweet pussy!" She reached down with her left hand and cupped her pussy.
"Mmmm. Make me hooony juss thinkin' bout her."
"Mandy! You're being rude! He is looking for her! He's here for our help, not
to hear your shit!"
"Where she go to, Barbie? Din she go to Costa wif dat lil dyke bitch sister?
Din she go chaseen after some black cock?"
Karen knew that statement would play well in his mind. She had sent him a nice
collection of glossies of Carol sucking and fucking her black Marine boyfriend.
He was probably fairly well scrambled in his thinking by then.
"Whatever. Would you be a sweetie and get the poor man a beer? Come on, Tom,
let's go talk in the sunroom." Karen hooked her arm into his and led him down
the hallway into her favorite room. She got him situated comfortably on the
loveseat and took the chair beside him, leaving the space next to him for Tawny.
Who knew how far she'd go?
He seemed very tired and disoriented. She thought she would take the initiative
and start an interview. It was what she did. There was information that
needed to be acquired and she would have it in short order. "Carol said you
were out to sea. Just get back today?"
"Yes...some problems with the propulsion system. We came in early."
"Well, I suppose that's good. When did you last hear from Carol?"
"I got a postcard from Costa Rica. It said she was sorry but had no regrets.
It was a goodbye, I think."
Karen had managed that. It had obviously worked. "So...you are still hoping
to...get back with her?" She could see that he was trying to cope with all that
Tawny had laid on him. Not only had he been reminded of his wife's sudden taste
for black men, but now he had to process the thought that she was bisexual.
"I don't know. She sold all my stuff...the house. She owes me."
"Uh huh. What brings you here?" No sense in meandering around the bush, Karen
thought. He was adequately distracted and would not think the question strange.
"Oh. Sorry. I only know one of the neighbors. After I got the divorce papers
I wrote him, asking what he knew. He wrote me back a couple of weeks later,
saying all he knew was that you had moved in here and seemed to have been a
friend of Carol's for a while...until she left, or whatever." He sighed.
Good news. Maybe. "Have you spoken with that guy today?"
"No. I don't really know him well enough to...to bother him. I just thought
I'd come by, take a look at the old house, and see if you had an address or
phone number."
Tawny walked into the room just then, carrying three cold Michelobs. She was
still naked.
"Have you no shame whatsover?" Karen exclaimed.
"Deed you help him fine hees wife?" Tawny answered, handing out the beers and
snuggling up close to the sailor on the loveseat.
He thinks today might be his lucky day, Karen observed. She ignored the
question. "Tom, let me go see if I have Carol's address or phone number
somewhere, okay?" She rose and left the sunroom. She needed to take a look at
the neighborhood and make a calculation whether anyone might have seen him come
to the house. They wouldn't recognize the car, but a sailor in dress whites was
as conspicuous as can be. While she satisfied herself that all of the neighbors
were not standing in their driveways looking at her, she dialed the training
team coordinator on her encrypted cell phone and asked for a Costa Rican phone
number that had been disconnected. It took three minutes, which she thought was
excessive, but not worth questioning. She put the phone away, wrote the number
down on a note pad, and returned to the sunroom, comfortable that it was likely
that the sailor had not been seen entering the house.
Karen wasn't surprised to see Tawny massaging a respectable bulge in his crotch.
Whatever quiet conversation they were having stopped when Karen entered, but
Tawny's left hand was happy where it was.
"Here's the last number I have for Carol.", Karen said sweetly as she handed the
note paper to Tom. He took it, but could care less at the moment. That was
clear. The poor thing had been aboard ship for months on end. A naked, exotic
beauty was giving him a little attention, and he was clearly content to let his
fate slip away.
Karen had managed to calm down enough to conclude that she probably could let
him go on his merry way. He didn't seem to have a burning desire to find his ex
wife, and he certainly didn't possess enough loyalty to her to turn down a
little action from people that knew her. The problem was that she could not
control what might happen over the upcoming weeks and months. If his curiosity
got the better of him and he really began digging, he might discover all sorts
of things that were better kept in the dark. If she took him, he would be
eliminated as a potential complication. She was sure she could manage his
departure well enough. What caused her to finally decide to acquire the sailor
was the simple reality that it would be fun. He could be kept, sold, or
disposed of.
He was in actuality a rather nodescript individual. Given slut's over-the-top
sensuality it seemed to have been a mismatch from the beginning. The photos
that included him had led Karen to believe he was much better looking than he
was in reality. His hair was lighter than the medium brown that it appeared to
be in the familiy pictures, and his nose was longer. He was slightly
overweight. Just enough to make him appear soft. All in all, Karen did not
find him attractive and was tending to think he could turn a dollar for her in
an outright sale to one of the overseas labor brokers. She knew him to be
thirty-two, based on some of the documents she had destroyed from his former
home. A bit long in the tooth for hard labor, but worth something.
Karen sat down as though she were having tea with the neighborhood ladies.
"Have you told our friend how much we like playing with horny boys, Mandy?", she
asked innocently.
"No. We are juss getting acquainted, joo see."
"I do see that."
He took a long pull on the beer, then set it, empty, on the floor beside the
loveseat.
"Have you ever had two women at once, Tom?", Karen asked casually. She pushed
her hair back over her shoulders, smiling.
He couldn't conceal a grin. "Uh, no."
"Mmmm. Mandy and I really like to share, but we're really lesbians, aren't we
Mandy?"
"Oooh, speak for yourself, bitch! Lookee heere. I haff a nice cock here in my
hand and you have nothing!", Tawny laughed, winking at Karen. They were both
getting a kick out of the bogus mexican accent. Karen thought she sounded like
a bad cartoon character. The fact that she was asian made it all the more
funny. Karen wondered if the sailor had even noticed the discrepancy between
physical appearance and the accent. If not, he was a complete moron.
"I know you like it the same way I do, Mandy."
"Ohhhh, well...okaaay.", Mandy/Tawny admitted.
"We would really like to have sex with you, Tom, but we just don't like it when
men think they are in charge of things. Men are very clumsy. Did you know
that?"
Tom was swooning under Tawny's stroking of his now fully erect cock through his
uniform trousers. "Uh...no. I mean...yes. Men are clumsy. I know what you
mean."
"Good. We are a little kinky too, you know."
He grinned broadly. "I like kinky.", he said.
"Mmmm. Did you hear that, Mandy? He likes kinky."
Tawny nodded, squeezing his stiff rod. "Kinky and hard as steel.", she
observed.
"Can I get my handcuffs and leg irons, Tom?", Karen asked as she started to get
up in anticipation of his answer.
He thought about it for all of five seconds. "Uh...go for it...uh huh." Today
was his lucky day.
Karen left the room and made her way to the garage. She was delighted to see
lizbeth and slut suspended from the ceiling in a matching set. Both were
straining on their toes, sweat pouring off their bodies. The ice was obviously
melting out of slut's cunt at a prodigious rate, pouring down her legs and
puddling beneath her. henry and amy had been working very quietly, and had
moved a number of the shipping crates over toward the door for easy loading in
the morning. They immediately assumed position when she entered, but she had no
use for them just then. Retrieving the cuffs and irons from the larger cabinet,
she returned to the sunroom, dangling them in her left hand.
Tawny had gotten the stupid sailor onto his feet and had already stripped off
his shirt and was working on pulling his uniform trousers down. Karen walked up
behind him and whispered, "give me your wrists, Tom."
