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Taking Carol
by Lorddare

Chapter I The New Neighbor

Carol Sizemore couldn't think of anything her part-time neighbor would want to
meet with her about. She had known that someone had purchased the house next
door six months earlier, but hadn't seen or met anyone associated with it since.
She had been satisfied to see the lawn care company keeping it well maintained
every Wednesday, and didn't much care whether anyone ever lived there.

It was odd to have a complete stranger call her and insist that they meet on
short notice, and the woman's demeanor was unsettling. It was as though she had
no doubt that Carol would agree, like she was taking Carol for granted. Carol
resented the woman's attitude but didn't object to visiting with her later that
evening. She didn't want to be rude by refusing the invitation.

When Carol asked what was so important that they had to meet so quickly, the
woman, who identified herself as "Karen, your new neighbor", breezily replied
that, "I'm just sure you will want to take a look at a few things I have for
you."

Carol had trouble concentrating on anything for the rest of the afternoon. Not
that she had a lot of brainwork to occupy her time. There was only a week of
school left where she taught high school math at the Naval Base in Mayport,
Florida. She finally put her mind at ease by concluding that the woman was
probably an Avon lady with a bad sales technique.

After a few laps in the pool Carol spoke briefly on the phone with her mother in
Ohio, then showered and dressed for the visit with her new neighbor. Carol
liked being on time and ended up waiting ten minutes before strolling across the
lawns to ring her neighbor's doorbell precisely at six o'clock.

She was a little put off that she was made to wait a couple of long minutes
before her neighbor finally opened the door. Carol was a forgiving person and
gave everyone the benefit of the doubt in almost every circumstance.

Karen was a bit taller than her, but seemed friendly enough. They were about
the same age, Carol judged. Karen looked to be a professional of some sort.
Carol thought of her as a lawyer for some reason. It might have had to do with
the fact that Karen looked very attractive and comfortable in the business suit
she was wearing. Carol assumed she had important plans for later in the
evening, and she felt a little embarrassed to be so underdressed in her white
shorts and red tank top.

Karen welcomed her into the home and motioned for her to proceed into the living
room, off to the left. She was surprised at how wonderfully appointed the home
was. An interior designer had obviously been give a liberal amount of freedom
in furnishing and decorating the place.

Carol sat rather nervously in an easy chair that seemed to be the place where
Karen wanted her to be. There was a brown envelope on the table between her and
the chair that Karen sat in. Karen crossed her legs and seemed to study Carol
for a few seconds before speaking; "I understand you're a school teacher?"

"Um, yes.", Carol replied, wondering how she knew anything about her. "I teach
high school on the base." She started to ask, "What about you?", but was cut
off.

"And you're only twenty eight. How do you stay in such good shape?" Karen
inquired rather intently, tossing her hair lightly over a shoulder.

Carol was ill at ease already. How could this stranger know her age and
profession? There must be some innocent explanation. "Oh. I, ah. Thank you!
I swim a lot, and run and do a little weight training too."

Karen was now looking Carol over in an entirely different way. It was as though
she was surveying her for flaws. Carol felt creepy in the pregnant silence
before Karen spoke again. "Carol, I wonder if you wouldn't mind standing up for
me? I'm very interested in hearing more about your workout program"...

Carol was lost. She started to stand, then thought better of it. "Who is she
to order me around?", she thought. Feeling foolish and not knowing whether to
sit back down or to stand all the way up, Carol hesitated.

Karen kept talking as though nothing unusual were occurring at all. "Do you
swim everyday?"

Carol slowly straightened until she was fully upright. "I, yes. Most
everyday."

Karen was resting her chin in her hand, studiously observing her guest. "You
have good tone. Turn around. You look like a swimmer, Carol."

Carol half formed the thought that she needed to get a handle on what was
happening, but started to follow instructions before she could consider how best
to react to circumstances she had never faced before. She thought the comment
was a compliment, but before she could say anything else her neighbor spoke
again.

"You could pass for twenty, Carol. Your butt is nice and firm and your
legs...those legs are quite nice.", Karen mentioned without enthusiasm. Carol
thought she had nothing on her attractive neighbor, who looked like she could
have been a model. She struggled to make all of this fit into some strange
sales pitch for some sort of Mary Kay cream or something, but couldn't. She was
very uncomfortable, but there was a faint, almost imperceptible warmth spreading
within her that was alarming. This was all wrong and none of it was right or
normal. Whatever it was. Her mind was racing. She had to say something.

"Uh. Thanks.", was all she could manage. She was facing away from Karen, not
sure what to do. She caught herself in the realization that she was waiting for
more instructions. Before she could react, Karen commented that her breasts
were of a nice size and appeared youthfully firm as well. Carol was taken aback
and drew in a deep breath to respond. Again, Karen spoke first.

"Turn and face me, Carol.", she ordered casually. It was as though she simply
expected it to happen. Karen was rising from her chair and folding her arms as
Carol turned toward her. Their eyes met. Carol could not match the icy blue
gaze that challenged her. She glanced quickly down toward her feet, feeling
silly and unsure what to do with her hands. She shook her head, trying to clear
the confusion away to regain her self control.

"Take the envelope from the table, Carol."

Carol looked down and to the left, seeing the manila envelope she had noticed
earlier. She stepped forward and took it, trying to sort out in her mind how to
break out of the bizarre situation she found herself in.

"There are things in that envelope that are very important to you right now.
Take it home and open it immediately." Karen's voice was controlled and
somewhat formal, as though she were instructing someone beneath her intellect
how to perform a simple task.

Carol hesitated, not sure if she should leave. The frustration boiled over
before she even realized it was coming. She looked directly at Karen and
angrily shouted, "Is it okay if I FUCKING LEAVE?" as tears formed in her eyes.
She stalked quickly toward the door and out into the yard without waiting for a
reply as her sobbing swelled into an uncontrollable avalanche of complicated
emotions.

Karen gently closed the door behind her with a wry smile on her lips. "That
went well.", she thought. She strode through the kitchen and into her enclosed
sunroom, taking the cordless phone off the wall and carrying it with her. She
kicked off her heels and tossed her jacket on a side table. The pastel yellow
leather couch was one of her favorite places to relax. She hadn't been home for
long, but it sure did feel like home compared to the places she'd been the last
nine months.



Chapter II Blackmailed

It seemed to take forever for Carol to make her way across the yard to her front
door. She felt like a blubbering fool and had not gained any better control
over her emotions by the time she made it home and had gotten to the liquor
cabinet. She didn't drink except for rare social occasions, but whatever had
just happened required something to help her sort things out. Plus, she had the
envelope to contend with. What could be in it?

She poured herself a scotch with shaking hands and drank it down quickly, then
poured another. She went into the guest bathroom and splashed cold water on her
face. She thought of the neighbor she had never seen before and how she had so
quickly and completely controlled her, even if for a very brief time. Carol
thought that she could have prevented it had she been prepared. She was simply
caught unaware. It wasn't a big deal, she told herself. That woman is some
kind of cop or something and she was just toying with me for whatever sick
reason. I'm home now. That won't happen again. "Turn around, Carol.", she
mocked out loud. She cringed, wondering if Megan had left yet. She quickly
made sure her daughter was gone, then took the envelope and the second glass of
scotch with her into the den. The sofa there was always a place of comfort to
her.

Carol took a deep breath, then a sip of the scotch. She wondered why she was so
wet. She was repulsed by the thought that a woman had made her horny. It had
to be something other than that. She blushed deeply, then tried to shake the
thought off.

With trembling fingers she slowly tore open the end of the envelope and pulled
the contents out. A slim microrecorder fell out onto the floor as she placed
the thin stack of papers on the table in front of her. The first document
consisted of printed mailing labels with the names and addresses of her mother,
her husband who was away on a military deployment, her minister, the principle
of the school where she taught, several of her fellow teachers at the school,
the chairwoman of the base noncommissioned officer's wives club, and even the
commanding officer of the base military police.

She nervously slid the page of labels aside to look down on an eight by ten
glossy photograph of her giving oral sex to Ralph Petersen, her secret lover
when her husband was gone on military deployments. It had to have been taken at
the motel where they had met just last week, but...Carol's heart felt like it
sank into a bottomless pit. The implications of the photograph in combination
with the labels hit her so hard that she simply froze. Thoughts of what would
happen to her life if the picture were mailed to the people on the list started
swirling through her mind in a nonsensical vortex of the most distressing
impressions imaginable.

She turned the photograph over, placing it on top of the labels. The only
remaining document was a white sheet of paper with a local phone number on it.
Carol knew it would ring next door. She looked down at the microrecorder on the
floor and correctly guessed that it contained audio recordings of her and Ralph
having sex in the motel room. After listening a portion of the tape, she shut
it off and sat in stunned silence.

The scotch was having a numbing effect on her but she needed more. She picked
up the glass and drank it slowly. If she worked hard at it, she could come
close to thinking through the problem rationally. She was obviously being
blackmailed, but for what, she did not know. She had no money or assets that
would attract anyone's attention. The audiotape existed to prevent her from
being able to claim the picture was somehow faked. As she finished the scotch
and began replacing all of the items in the envelope except for the phone
number, a sense of overwhelming shame overcame her. If not for her desire for
sexual excitement, this wouldn't have happened. It was her fault. All her
fault, and she would just have to deal with it the best that she could.

Carol forced herself not to think about how the picture or the recording could
have been made. She didn't want to think Ralph was somehow involved. He
wouldn't do something like that. But, someone knew, somehow, where they were
going to meet and what room it was going to be. She and Ralph were the only
ones who had that information. She took a deep breath and went quickly to the
kitchen to wash out the glass she had been drinking from. She hated clutter and
habitually cleaned or put things away when she was through with them.

She returned to the den, remembering what had happened at her neighbor's house
just a few minutes earlier. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, she
was strangely excited by the memory. Every aspect of it repulsed her totally,
yet the heat that was growing between her legs contradicted her emotions and her
thoughts.

She gathered the envelope and the paper containing the phone number and took
them to the small office her husband had converted from a pantry for her. She
sat at the desk and slid the phone over until it was directly in front of her.
Taking another deep breath to help regain her composure, she slowly dialed the
number that had been provided to her.



Chapter III Karen Takes Control

Karen answered on the fourth ring as though she had no idea who might be calling
her. Poor Carol was so weak and confused, she could barely speak.

"What do you WANT from me?", Carol stammered angrily.

"Hmmm.", Karen replied. "Maybe we should start with your phone manners. You
may call back when you're ready to act like a big girl."

Click. The line went dead. Carol was stunned. Frantically, she dialed again.
After five maddeningly long rings, Karen answered again. "Hello?"

"I, ah, I'm sorry. I mean, about how I spoke. Ah. Could you please tell me
what this is, what this is all about?"

"Poor Carol. She grew up to be thirty eight years old and never learned how to
be polite on the telephone." Karen replaced the handset on the phone, smiling
quietly to herself. This was her kind of fun.

Carol slammed the phone down and quickly made her way to the scotch. Skipping
the formality of pouring a glass, she took a long swallow straight out of the
bottle. Replacing the cap, she carried the bottle back to where she had been
sitting and took a deep breath as the warm glow she had felt earlier between her
legs began to intermingle with the numbness caused by the scotch and the anger
she was barely managing to control. She sat down and dialed again.

Six rings later, Karen answered calmly. "Hello?"

Carol concentrated on speaking evenly, trying to keep her jumbled emotions
beneath the surface for just a few seconds. "Hello. May I speak with Karen,
please?"

"Perhaps,", Karen answered, "may I ask who is calling?"

Flabbergasted, Carol took a breath and answered calmly. "Carol?"

"Oh? Carol who?", Karen inquired, tormenting her poor victim and enjoying every
minute of the little game she was playing.

"Uh. Carol Sizemore?"

"Oh! Carol! I thought it was you. This is Karen. What can I do for you?"
She was quite the actress, sounding as though none of the earlier conversation
had taken place.

"Uh. I. You gave me this envelope and I assumed you wanted me to call this
number. I mean, what is all this..."

Karen interrrupted, "I don't like it when you call me "you". I would like you
to call me "Miss Karen"."

"Why would I call you "Miss Karen"?", Carol shouted into the phone.

Karen hung up and stood, stretching leisurely before ambling to the kitchen for
a tall glass of icewater. The phone started ringing almost immediately. She
disregarded it as she sipped the water, looking out the kitchen window toward
the pool and the beautifully landscaped back yard that surrounded it. This was
going to be a fun break, she thought to herself.

After more than thirty rings, Carol had apparently given up. Looking at her
watch, Karen anticipated hearing the doorbell ring in less than sixty seconds.
She wasn't surprised when it took only thirty seconds for Carol to return to the
front door. She was both ringing the doorbell incessantly and pounding on the
door. Karen listened, waiting for the surge of anger to play itself out on the
doorstep. She couldn't make too much of a scene in the front yard, but Karen
could hear her sobbing after a few seconds of futility had passed. The pounding
had transformed itself into a polite knock in short order. Karen was pleased.
She pulled her heels back on, stood, put her jacket on, thenstrode to the entry
foyer and slowly opened the door.

Smiling broadly, she exclaimed, "Why Carol! How nice of you to stop by!
Please! Come in!". Carol looked disheveled and worn down. Her nostrils had a
cute way of flaring between breaths and her erect nipples were did not go
unnoticed. Karen really appreciated her complexion. Her skin was nearly
flawless.

Carol stepped into the evil woman's house once more, the memory of the
humiliation she had suffered there just a few minutes earlier fresh on her mind.
"Have you calmed down a bit, Carol? Or do we need to send you back home for
more booze?", Karen asked in an even voice.

How did she know?, Carol thought. Maybe she smelled it on her breath. Carol
realized how exhausted she felt. Her life as she knew it was in jeopardy, and
she had to find out why. She knew she couldn't do that if she kept behaving
aggressively. She could not look Karen directly in the eye without fear of
giving herself away, so she looked momentarily at her own feet and replied
breathlessly, "No, ah...Miss Karen. I am calm now."

"Very good, Carol. Now, just run back over to your house and retrieve that
envelope and bring it to me. You have thirty seconds." Karen glanced at her
watch to take note of where the second hand was.

Carol looked at her quizzically, then realized she was serious. Bolting through
the open door, she sprinted across the yards to her house and quickly returned
with the envelope and it's contents. As she crossed her neigbor's threshold,
Karen called out "Twenty seven. Not bad!", and pushed the entry door closed.
She took the envelope from Carol's hand and quickly looked inside to make sure
all of it's contents were enclosed before tossing it onto a side table.

It was a particularly hot, humid day. Carol's exertion, though short in
duration, had caused her to begin to sweat profusely. Her nerves were not
helping matters any, and she stood, dripping and panting, on Karen's tile floor.
She blinked her eyes rapidly as sweat poured into them. Her tank top was
clinging to her heaving breasts, and her prominent nipples were pushing through
the damp fabric so intently that it seemed they wanted to burst through.

Karen had noticed during the first visit that Carol had been braless, and was
delighted now that it had become shamefully obvious. Such a hussy!

Karen circled her prey slowly, studying Carol more closely as the poor thing
tried to catch her breath and begin to regain her dignity. It was not to be,
though. Karen took who she chose, and dignity was never a concern. She spoke
casually, her heels clicking softly on the tile in a perfect rhythym.

"You are to be commended for two things, I think. The first is that you chose
to be a whore for the only black United States Marine who was ever named Ralph.
The second is that you were so damned sloppy about it that anyone could have
easily compromised you."

Carol started to blurt something out, but was slapped hard across her face. She
immediately went to pieces and continued sobbing.

Karen looked at the palm of her hand, satisfied that she had actually hurt it on
the slut's face. She didn't need to wonder what Carol felt as she watched her
collapse to her knees. She continued her circular stroll, delivering her brutal
monologue.

"Other than that, you really are a reprehensible, weak, and completely worthless
human being, Carol. It must have been a sinful thrill to feel that big black
cock sliding in and out of your holes while everyone you knew thought you were
being true to them." Karen sighed for effect, then continued. "Talk about
betrayal! Just think what would happen if all of your friends, family, and
coworkers knew! And the Marine Corps! They'd throw poor Ralphie's career into
the toilet so fast he wouldn't know what happened." She paused briefly to
ensure that Carol was listening. "Of course, you'd never teach high school
again. We know that, don't we slut?"

Carol was stunned but managed to utter a "yes".
Karen noted with satisfaction that the anger she knew Carol could conjure up was
well buried by now. "Yes? Do I need to slap you again to remind you of your
manners Carol?"

Her mind was trailing out over the imaginings of her husband's reaction to her
indiscretions. He would drop her like a rock and never look back.

"Uh. Yes, Miss. Uh. Miss Karen."

"I really don't like you, Carol. I especially don't like you dripping on my
nice floor like you are. My suggestion is that you ask permission to get a
towel to dry it off."

Her mother would just die. Her heart would break and she would just die.

"Miss Karen, may I get a towel and dry this floor off?"

"Hmmm," Karen replied. "I suppose. The guest bathroom is behind you. Get a
towel out of the closet."

Carol turned to look behind her, then slowly rose, feeling her knees shaking.
She was completely defeated. As she entered the bathroom Karen called out from
the foyer, "I just don't think you could move any slower, could you?".

Carol quickened her movements and found a towel. Returning to the immediate
presence of her tormenter was frightening. She had always had a fear of being
hit or slapped, and practically flinched in anticipation of another strike. She
stole a quick glance at Karen and was shocked to be smiled at. It was as
unsettling as anything that had happened so far, and she felt the tears well up
in her eyes once again. Carol knelt and swirled the towel around a few times
until the floor was completely dry.

"Now, ,spread the towel out neatly on the floor and stand on it.", Karen
ordered.

Carol followed the instructions, so fearful and so confused. She thought of her
life in a shambles. No husband, no career, no lover, nothing. Not even a
mother who cared anymore.

Karen began circling again. "You have quite a problem, Carol. You see, I have
unique tastes. I also have unique friends who help me to indulge my tastes. I
am taking a hiatus from a rather unusual profession. During such times I like
to find a few people to toy with to keep me occupiied and to keep my skills
sharp. This time, I have taken you, Carol. You belong to me now. I own you.
I own you. I will train you, I will use you, and I will abuse you. If, at the
end of my little break, I am satisfied with you, well, then you might get your
life back. If I am not satisfied with you a number of things could happen. It
is conceivable that you could simply disappear, never to be seen again. It is
conceivable that you could be shipped off somewhere to lead a quite miserable
life. It is conceivable that you could be left here to deal with the
ramifications of your sordid past. It's all up to me. Is there any part of
this that your little whore brain doesn't understand?"

Carol swallowed. Her lips were dry. "Uh. No, Miss Karen."

Karen stopped directly in front of her. She lifted Carol's chin until she made
eye contact. Gazing intently into Carol's deep brown eyes, she whispered,
"What's it like to be a piece of property?", then turned toward the entry door.
"I'm going to explore my neighbor's old house now, slut. Follow me. Two paces
behind, and not a peep out of you."

Carol followed quietly across their front yards, amazed at how well Karen could
walk in grass with heels on. Her calves were well defined and her legs were
taught and shapely. Carol knew she was in good shape by her posture and the way
she carried herself. She wondered as they neared her door how she could be
thinking about Karen's legs under such bizarre circumstances.



IV Taking Possession

Karen walked happily through her neighbor's front door as though she owned the
place. She turned in time to watch Carol pass through the door and close it
behind her. She looked so very pitiful. Like a frightened doe. "Lock it.",
Karen ordered.

After Carol turned the latch Karen told her to get a box of garbage bags. While
retrieving them from the kitchen Carol poured herself a glass of water and drank
it down quickly before taking the bags to Karen. She tried to hand the box to
Karen, but she wouldn't take them. After an awkward pause, Karen told her to
put the box on the floor.

Karen slid her jacket off and tossed it onto a wingback chair. "Take one bag
out and put those nasty, sweaty clothes in it Carol. You may place your shoes
over by the door for now."

Carol looked up at her with incredulity. Did she mean? "Uh. You want..."

"I want what I said I want. Are you sure you're educated beyond the third
grade?", Karen answered in a sarcastic tone as she folded her arms across her
chest.

The tears came quickly again as Carol bent to untie the laces on her canvas
tennies. She had to do what she had to do, but there was that odd,
contradictory glow beginning to rise from deep within her. It was most similar
to how she felt when she was on her knees in front of Ralph, ready to take him
into her mouth. She realized she was becoming horny before she even had her
shoes off. She felt her nipples hardening and her pussy becoming moist again,
and felt so completely repulsed by, and drawn into, the situation at the same
time.

She placed her shoes in their assigned spot and stood to push her shorts down
while her back was turned to Karen.

"I don't think so, slut. Over here!" Karen was pointing at the floor a short
distance in front of her.

Carol padded over to where the finger pointed, never daring to look up. Her
tears were flowing freely now. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her
shorts and pushed them down to her ankles, leaving her panties on. She stepped
out of them and placed them into the bag she had gotten out of the box. Next
she stood up straight and pulled the tank top quickly over her head, placing it
in the bag. She covered her breasts as best she could and stood motionless,
unable to continue, hoping she would be spared complete nakedness.

Karen's voice was a bit more sympathetic this time. "Isn't my little slut such
a shy thing, though?" Karen crouched down onto her haunches to get a good view
of Carol's cotton briefs. "Oh, you poor thing. You are simply dripping with
excitement! Look at that spot!"

Carol gasped in embarassment and immediately broke down again, sobbing
uncontrollably. This was not necessarily rectified by the brutal slap she
received, but Karen did have her undivided attention once again, as well as her
compliance.

"Put those nasty panties in the bag, Carol.", Karen calmly ordered.

This time, Carol wasted no time stripping them off and stuffing them in the bag.
Now she tried to cover her breasts with her right arm and hand and her pussy
with her left hand.

Karen sighed heavily. "My patience is being tried, and I know that your
stupidity is going to be a problem. Would you like me to give up on you now,
Carol?"

"Nnnno, Miss Karen", Carol sobbed as she slowly moved her hands to her sides.

"Good. Now you're naked. You'll be naked a lot in your new life, so get used
to it. I'm going to sit down while you fetch me a nice drink and bring me all
of your cameras. Don't forget your video camera, Carol."

"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol replied shakily. "Wha...What would you like to
drink?"

"Oh, that's another thing. You have so much to learn. Never use "you" if you
are referring to me. Use "Mistress". Let's try that question again now -
properly."

"Uh, what would Mistress like to drink?"

"Very good, pet,", Karen said soothingly as she rubbed her calves. "I'd like a
single malt scotch."

Carol turned to fulfill her tasks, dwelling on Karen's use of "pet". What did
that mean? She was so confused. Her pussy and nipples were still betraying
her, and she was grateful to be out of sight if only for a couple of minutes.
She went to her bar first and poured the scotch, quickly delivering it to
Karen. She wasn't immediately sure where the video camera was and had to do
some searching to come up with it. She had no idea why she had been ordered to
gather up her cameras, but it didn't really matter. She was in a blur of
chaotic thoughts blanketed by that deep and penetrating fear that arises when
one's security is in the balance. That woman was frightening, and Carol knew of
nothing she could do about it except to do what she was told.

Karen had slipped her heels off and was massaging her feet when her toy returned
with her arms full of cameras. Carol was standing in front of her, completely
clueless as to what to do. "When you return after completing a task you should
quietly announce..." she paused for a sip of scotch. "...the results and
present yourself to me. Now go out and come back in correctly."

"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol replied. She spun and strode quickly out of the room.
On her return, she said in a soft voice, "I have my cameras Miss Karen."

"Your slut has brought the cameras Mistress wanted.", Karen replied mockingly.

"Your slut has brought the cameras Mistress wanted.", Carol repeated.

"Put them on the floor.", Karen ordered, gesturing toward the hardwood floor
immediately in front of her. "Now present yourself."

Carol didn't know what that meant, so she put her body in a position of
attention, as though she were in the military. Karen leaned back in the chair,
regarding the still shaking victim of her torments. "Nice try. Whenever you
return from a task, and whenever I have no orders for you, you will maintain
yourself in a very nice position that enables me to enjoy a good view of you as
well as full access."

She leaned forward slowly, resting her elbows on her knees. "First, you'll
clasp your hands together by interlacing your fingers at the back of your neck.
This will help to elevate your breasts so that I can enjoy those freaky nipples
of yours."

Carol blushed heavily as she joined her hands behind her neck.

"Push your elbows back until they are in line with your body. That's it. Now
spread your feet at least wide enough to be outside of your elbows. If I
dropped a string down from your elbows, it would fall inside of your feet.
Good." Karen smiled quickly, pleased but not surprised at how compliant the
bitch had become.

Carol's blush seemed never to end, and it took her breath away as it heightened.
The stirrings between her legs had grown into outright demands and her nipples
had grown harder than she had ever seen them. Her chest began to heave and
perspiration formed on her forehead and upper lip. The position was not a
strain at all, but being so openly displayed in front of another woman was
completely alien to her. Karen had picked up her husband's Polaroid and was
checking to see if it had film in it. Carol closed her eyes as Karen focused
it on her.

"Eyes up, slut. Smile pretty now." FLASH.

Karen set the Polaroid down as it was spitting out the undeveloped shot and
picked up Carol's cheap 35mm automatic camera. It had a bit of film left in it
after Carol had used it to photograph her husband's promotion ceremony earlier
in the month. She turned it on and waited for the flash to warm up. "This time
you'll cup your breasts for me, like you're really proud of them."

Carol moved her hands to do as she was told, cupping each breast from underneath
and lifting them up slightly. She wished she could squeeze her nipples as they
were begging her for attention. She felt moisure beginning to flood her pussy
and knew it would be dripping down her thigh soon. When Karen told her to smile
again, she was actually able to form one this time. She thought it might even
have had some hint of her hunger in it. She became briefly angry with herself
that her body was giving itself over to this sick, sadistic situation she was
in. FLASH.

Karen put her through a range of poses, all intended to make her appear to be
the wanton slut she was beginning to feel like. The worst one (or was it the
best one?) was when she had to turn away on all fours and spread her legs while
arching her back. Karen ordered her to "purr like a kitty" as she took the last
few pictures to finish out the roll.

While she was still on her hands and knees, Karen stood and told her to crawl to
her bedroom. Carol felt herself so far beyond the edge of desire that her fear
was beginning to fade. She crawled down the hallway and into the large master
bedroom at the far end of the house. Karen picked up the box of garbage bags
and followed, leaving her heels and the cameras back at the entry area.

The slut had certainly gotten horny, Karen knew. Her juices had flowed all the
way down her inner thighs to the floor. Her entire body was alive with desire,
and it was quite an alluring sight to see her skin glistening in the dim light
as she crawled slowly down that long hallway. Karen was tempted to make use of
her right there on the floor, but she had an agenda and intended to follow it.
Self discipline was more than just a family trait, it was also a necessity of
her profession.

Karen made her stand and assume the "present" position against a wall next to
the dresser. She took a garbage bag out and tossed the box on the bed. She
handed the bag to Carol and told her to hold it open, then slid open the first
dresser drawer. It was Carol's lingerie drawer, containing dozens of panties
and bras. Karen quickly tossed all of the bras into the bag, then began looking
at each pair of painties in turn. Some she would discard into the bag and some
she piled on top of the dresser. Most of those remaining on the dresser were
thongs or bikinis. All of her briefs had been relegated to the bag.

Carol looked on in fearful amazement as the woman went through her most intimate
things as though they were mere rags. It was not easy to remain quiet, and she
really didn't understand at all why this was happening. She was simply being
ignored, or rather, simply being used as a tool to hold the bag open.

Karen went through all of the remaining drawers in quick succession. She dumped
all of the slut's husband's clothes out onto the floor in one big heap, but
carefully considered everything that belonged to Carol before either piling it
on the dresser or putting it in the bag. By the time she was through, Carol's
arms were getting tired.

Karen moved quickly across the room and began going through the closet. "Get
another bag and come over here.", she said flatly.

Carol placed the bag down next to her husband's clothes and pulled another out
of the box on the bed. "May I ask, ah. May I ask Miss Karen a question
please?" Her voice was faltering, as though she had absolutely no confidence in
anything.

Karen didn't answer. She had heard the question, but wasn't wasting her time.
She had no use for questions other than her own.

Carol stepped closer and assumed the same position she had held over by the
dresser. She spread her legs the required distance and held the bag out. It
was soon being filled with some of her favorite suits, dresses, skirts, pants,
blouses, and shirts. Not much was kept, other than what was obviously revealing
or tight fitting. By the time Karen was finished with the hanging items, she
had filled three bags.

Next she went through all of the shoes in the closet, only keeping some workout
and running shoes as well as everything with heels over three inches. She threw
the rejects out of the closet onto the floor, telling Carol to put them in a
bag. She told Carol to put on a pair of sandals with five inch heels that she
had found gathering dust in the corner of the closet. Karen then moved past her
while she was still picking up shoes and went to the nightstand beside the bed.
Carol's heart filled with dread when she looked up to see Karen opening the
nightstand drawer.

"Hmmm. What have we here?", Karen asked gleefully. Without waiting for a
reply, she pulled Anne Rice's Beauty Trilogy out of the drawer and tossed all
three copies on the bed. "No wonder the little slut has been so compliant",
Karen thought, "She's probably always dreamed of something like this happening
to her".

Then, she pulled Carol's vibrator and dildo out. The vibrator was a simple,
battery operated one of eight or nine inches in length. The dildo, however, was
something entirely different. It was a very large, very realistic
representation of a well hung black man's penis and balls. "It doesn't take a
genius to figure out who you're thinking of with this thing inside you, does
it?", Karen asked in what seemed to be a good humor.

Carol was so very humiliated. "No, Miss Karen.", she replied sullenly as she
tightened the straps on her "honeymoon" sandals. She quickly finished bagging
the shoes and stood unsteadily in the sandals. She placed herself in the
"present" position where she stood, having a little trouble keeping her ankles
steady.

Karen wouldn't have chosen her if she hadn't been quite attractive to start
with, but seeing her in heels reinforced Karen's belief that she could be made
into an exceptionally sexy slut. "Go get my scotch and the cameras.", Karen
ordered curtly. She smiled with satisfaction as she watched her victim turn and
leave the bedroom.

After Carol had delivered the scotch and cameras, Karen ordered her to take all
of the filled garbage bags to the garage. She was feeling a bit of a buzz by
then, and downed the remainder of the scotch in one gulp. She checked out the
video camera and got it ready to film just as Carol was returning from her last
trip to the garage. Before Carol could assume her proper position, Karen told
her to get a fresh razor, shaving cream, and a damp washcloth out of the master
bathroom.

When Carol returned, Karen motioned her toward the bed. Karen moved down so that
she was between the dresser and the foot of the bed, and turned the video
camera on. "Turn and face me, slut. Good. Now lay back on the bed and lift
your knees. That's it, spread them wider. There's no need for any modesty now
that we know what a whore you are."

She noted with satisfaction that the slut's blush showed nicely through the
digital video camera's viewfinder. She did as she was told, though, and must
have known what was to come. Karen zoomed in for a closeup of her face. There
was as much unmitigated desire in her expression as there was fear. "Have you
ever shaved your pussy, slut?"

Carol's perfect eyebrows furrowed with concern. "Um. No, Miss Karen. Please
don't ma..."

"Shut up!", Karen snapped. "You can either sit up for another slap or make that
pussy smooth!"

Carol had been growing more accustomed to being naked in front of the woman, but
this was such an alien mix of sheer terror and unregulated excitement that she
could do nothing but what she was told. She lie on her back now, with her knees
held up and widely apart, wantonly displaying her wet pussy for her mistress.

Slowly, Carol spread the shaving cream over her pussy and began shaving.

Still filming, Karen began to question her. "You seem to be surrounded by a few
things that came out of your nightstand, Carol. What are they?"

"Oh, God.", Carol thought. "She's not going to make me do this...to talk about
my things." But, she found herself responding, if haltingly.

"Um. My...", her face wrinkled up in the cutest way when she realized her
mistake. "Sorry. Miss Karen found this slut's books, her vibrator, and her
dildo."

"I see. What are the books? What are they about?"

Carol was just beginning to pull the razor up on either side of her pussy,
carefully smoothing the skin with her left hand as she shaved with her right.
"They are a trilogy about some people who are captured and used as, as sexual
slaves, Miss Karen."

"Uh huh. And you have these books in your nightstand because...why?", the
interviewer inquired.

"Ah, because they make this slut horny, Miss Karen.", Carol replied, using the
washcloth to wipe the razor off before starting in on the well trimmed little
triangle that remained above her pussy.

"And are you horny now, slut?"

"Oh, yes, Miss Karen.", Carol breathed heavily.

"What about that big black dildo, slut?"

"It's, ah. It's what I, I mean, it's this slut's dildo. She uses it to fuck
herself, Miss Karen."

"Oh? Where do you fuck yourself with that thing, slut?"

"In my pussy, Miss Karen.", Carol sighed, pulling the razor up for the last time
before wiping herself dry. She looked down to see herself completely smooth,
like the porno stars she and Ralph liked to watch before making love.

"But that's not correct, slut. You don't have a pussy. I have a pussy. You
have a cunt. Tell me again where you fuck yourself with that monster."

Carol had placed the razor and washcloth off to the side, but stayed in position
out of fear of displeasing Karen one too many times. The thought flashed
through her mind that she was thinking less of the ramifications of failing to
satisfy Karen than she was of the desire that she was barely able to contain.

"This slut fucks herself in her cunt, Miss Karen."

"I'll just bet you do! I'll bet you'd just love to show me how you can suck on
that thing, wouldn't you?" Karen was getting even more turned on playing out
her twisted interrogation. The footage would be useful once it was digitally
edited. Her new toy's motor was certainly running.

"Uh. Yes, Miss Karen." Carol reached behind her head until she grasped the
dildo and raised it up so that it was pointing down toward her mouth. It made
for a great closeup as Karen zoomed in. The slut licked her lips several times
before bringing the tip of the huge dildo lower toward her mouth.

"Before you begin, I will permit you to touch yourself while you suck it for me,
but I do expect to hear plenty of moaning out of you, slut."

Wordlessly, Carol slid her right hand down between her legs and placed her
middle finger gently over her clitoris. Her eyes closed softly as she bagan
little circular motions with her fingertip as the dildo was brought down into
contact with her lips. She opened her lips widely to accommodate it, but could
not take in much more than the first three or four inches because it was so
thick. She began breathing even more loudly, and groaned deeply as her little
bud hardened and pushed outward toward her juice slickened finger.

This was what Karen needed. There was no doubt the slut was operating of her
own free will. "Oh, by the way, you are not permitted to cum without
permission, so be careful to avoid angering me. slut."

"Yes Miss Karen!", Carol answered a bit too enthusiastically. She was quickly
reaching a crecendo, and knew that it was obvious. She was swirling her tongue
around the head of the dildo, just the way Ralph loved for her to do to him.
Her finger was alternately pushing, circling, and tapping on her rigid clit as
her juices flowed freely down onto her satin bedspread. She could think of
nothing but how hot she felt and how badly she wanted to cum.

Karen stopped filming with the video camera and reached for the digital still
camera. She took two or three quick shots using the flash from across the room
before returning to the area at the base of the bed. There was a dark spot on
the bedspread underneath the slut. She was possibly the wettest bitch Karen had
ever seen. That was not a bad thing. Things seemed to be getting very close,
and Karen did not want the slut to cum.

"Stop!", she shouted, loud enough to startle Carol. Carol froze, but
reluctantly. She wanted it badly, as badly as she ever had in her life.

"On your feet!", Karen ordered, pointing to the side of the bed.

Carol dropped the dildo and quickly stood, assuming the position as she had been
taught. She felt her juices flowing down both inner thighs. The sandals
certainly hadn't gotten any more comfortable in the brief time she had been
shaving and tormenting herself on the bed.

Karen then told her to get down on her hands and knees and to give her a "little
tour" of the house. Karen took it all in as though she were considering buying
the place. Carol had few chances to look up at her. When she did, she could see
that her neighbor was doing a lot of thinking. With the slut crawling in front
of her, Karen looked over every inch of the place, including the spacious two
stall garage. She had retrieved a good length of cotton clothesline in the
garage and a pair of scissors out of Carol's home office, as well as a bag of
spring-type clothespins from the laundry room. Carol loved to hang her laundry
out in the fresh air.

Karen directed her onto the deck that adjoined the back of the house and
overlooked the back yard. Carol was very nervous and felt so exposed as she
crawled through the sliding glass door onto the deck. She had forgotten how
oppressively hot it was outside.

It was still a couple of hours before the late spring sunset. Like all of the
homes in the area, this one featured a high stucco wall surrounding the well
maintained back yard. There was a nice lap pool and a small poolhouse as well
as a barbecue area with a built-in brick grill. None of the homes were more
than a single story, so the back yards afforded a great deal of privacy and some
sense of seclusion, although noise could be a problem at times.

Karen briefly left her on her hands and knees as she quickly strode over to
check something out at the poolhouse. Carol watched her walk away with a lust
that she had never known for another woman. She considered herself completely
straight, but what was going on here was something totally beyond her wildest
dreams, or nightmares. She was still fearful, but so very, very horny.

Karen motioned for her to come to the pool house. She crawled down the two
stairs and across a portion of lawn quickly enough, she thought. But, Karen
grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her mercilessly to her feet.
Whispering with an unmistakable intensity, Karen said, "You need some fresh air
and some time to think about things. I am going to secure you here until I have
a use for you."

With that, she pulled Carol's hands behind her back and expertly bound her
wrists together with a length of the clothesline. Out of Carol's view she
fashioned a noose and tossed it up over a beam on the pool house's extended roof
overhang. She pulled the noose end down over Carol's head and seated it firmly
up under her jaw line. She pulled the rope taught and tied it back to itself.
She cut a third length of about three feet and wrapped it around the slut's
knees, binding them tightly together. She stepped back to admire her work.

Carol looked thoroughly terrified, although her nipples were certainly erect and
her juices seemed to be flowing even more freely out of her smooth cunt. She
simply didn't know what was happening. She was being held perfectly erect by
the rope around her neck and would likely die if she lost her balance and fell
off her sandals. She was completely helpless. It was perfect, Karen thought.

Carol watched intently as her captor raised her skirt a bit and reached up under
it to tug down her panties. She pushed them down over her knees until they
dropped, then stepped out of them. Carol was amazed at how poised she always
seemed to be, even when she was stepping out of her panties it was as though it
was a perfectly normal circumstance. It was when Miss Karen picked the panties
up and began balling them up in her hands that Carol began to understand the
implication. She did not fight it, and opened her mouth willingly to allow her
mistress to stuff the wet panties deeply enough to effectively gag her. Carol
swooned at the wonderful fragrance and taste of this strange, frightening woman
who had stolen her from the world.

Karen placed a section of the clothesline between the slut's open lips and
pulled the ends tightly around to the back of her neck where she tied them in a
knot. This forced her panties even further back and guaranteed that they
couldn't be expelled. Next Karen pulled four of the clothespins from the bag
and showed them to her victim. The poor, weak school teacher shook her head
vigorously when Karen began to playfully squeeze one open and let it snap
closed. She did this several times before growing bored of the little game.
She gently grazed the long nail on the end of her index finger against the
underside of the slut's right nipple. It was the first time she had touched
Carol in any way other than slapping her or yanking her hair. Despite the heat,
she could see the goosebumps rise on the slut's skin.

"My God,", Karen whispered seductively. "your nipples are simply obscene! Look
at how long they are!" Karen was delighted. She had no idea they could have
grown any larger.

Carol had always been self conscious of her nipples, particularly when she was
fully aroused. They were prominent enough when it was simply cold or she was
mildly excited, but Miss Karen was right, they were obscene when completely
hard. She had measured them once, and knew them to be a full inch long when
they were like this.

All kinds of possibilities were passing through Karen's mind, but for now she
simply needed to manipulate the other nipple to an equal length. She had plans
for them. She grasped and twisted the left nipple, causing Carol to gasp
audibly. It had the desired effect, and she stepped back momentarily to
appreciate the long shadow the nipples cast across her new toy's full breasts in
the early evening sunlight.

It was a small thrill for Karen to finally place the clothespins on the slut's
engorged nipples. Carol winced as each clamped down, but seemed willing to at
least try to bear up. Before she got adjusted to the pain, she felt Karen
sliding a finger deeply along the cleft of her pussy, scraping across her still
rigid clitoris on it's way out. Karen brought the finger to her nose, sniffed
lightly, then wiped it off on Carol's lips. She quickly knelt down to clamp a
clothespin on each of the slut's outer lips before rising to double check all of
her knots to ensure Carol stayed in place until such time as she chose to do
something with her.

"I'm going to be busy for a while. I'll check on you periodically. Use this
time to concentrate on what kind of a slave you are going to be. I have use for
you only so long as you make me happy, and can do without any drama. You are
property now, and your life is going to be very different. Get adjusted to it.
If you don't think you can, I would suggest you simply fall over and hang
yourself. Do you understand me, slut?" Karen looked intently into the
teacher's eyes.

Carol nodded slowly, not doubting a single word. She could do nothing but look
longingly after Miss Karen as she strode confidently back into the house.



V. Transition

Karen made a mental note to check on the slut every half hour. She would need
to be watered periodically to keep from wilting. She had enjoyed her time
getting the stupid bitch under control and was well satisfied with the progress
so far.

It had already been a long day for her, considering that she had just driven in
that morning from a debriefing in Arlington, Virginia the night before. She
decided to go back to her home and regroup. After a quick search she found the
slut's house keys. She put her heels back on and picked up her jacket. Locking
the door behind her, she made her way across the yard to her home. After a
quick shower she got dressed in some workout clothes and put her supplies in
her gymbag before heading back over for more fun.

Back in the slut's house, she poured herself another scotch before going into
the garage and loading all of the discarded clothes into the trunk of the slut's
Toyota. She had noted earlier that the car was fairly new and didn't exhibit
any identifying marks such as custom paint, wheels or bumper stickers that would
make it recognizeable. Next she went to the office and looked for anything that
would be of use to her. She searched through the slut's purse and wallet,
taking IDs, credit cards, and cash before dumping everything else in the trash
can.

She found the number of a 24 hour a day locksmith in the yellow pages and called
in a work order to have the locks rekeyed on the entry door and the side door to
the garage. She used the slut's name.

Finding a couple of brown paper shopping bags under the kitchen sink, she took
them to the bedroom and placed all of the slut's remaining clothes in them
before dropping them on the garage floor. She double checked to make sure no
clothing of any kind remained in the bedroom, and returned the vibrator, dildo,
and books to the nightstand drawer. Karen took the razor and shaving cream back
to the master bathroom and disposed of the washcloth.

Next, she opened her gymbag and began installing the surveillance equipment the
agency had asked her to test. It was all cordless, nearly undetectable, and was
supposed to proved better clarity than anything previously available. She
installed video throughout the house and emplaced audio bugs on her phones. She
was also testing a new software program that tracked activity and broadcast it
to a remote location. What was left in the bag when she finished was the
tracking and "body" audio she would make use of in the morning. She turned the
TV on in the bedroom and quickly returned to her home to verify that the monitor
and recording bank were picking everything up. Seeing that all was well, she
returned next door.

It was time to check on the slut.

Carol had experienced a great deal of difficulty in controlling her thinking
since being left bound as she was in the hot sun. Her feet had long since gone
numb, as had her nipples. The clothespins on her pussy were especially
annoying. She couldn't look down at them because the noose wouldn't allow it,
and simply found herself watching the clouds float lazily by while torrents of
jumbled thoughts continued to rush through her consciousness. She had no clue
how much time had passed, but was so very relieved to see Miss Karen returning
through the sliding door.

She had changed into a short pair of bike shorts and a loose t-shirt, and looked
even prettier than she had in the suit. She even smiled warmly as she
approached.

"Thirsty?" she asked enthusiastically.

Carol nodded as another rivulet of sweat ran through her brow and into her left
eye. Karen playfully wiped some of the sweat off her forehead before holding
the glass up to Carol's lips. With the panties pressed so firmly toward the
back of her mouth, there was no chance of her being able to take a drink. She
soon realized that Karen only intended to saturate the panties, allowing Carol
to at least get some moisture through them. It took a few minutes for the
entire glass to be fully absorbed and sucked through the panties.

Before returning to the house, Karen dragged a finger gently upward along
Carol's slit to verify that she was still wet. She scraped a fingernail along
the underside of her clit, eliciting an involuntary spasm before holding her
fingers up to see them glisten in the slowly dwindling light of that Sunday
evening in June. This time, Karen brought it to her lips for an experimental
first taste. "Mmmmm.", she coo'd melodramatically.

Karen returned quickly to the house and stripped the slut's bed, throwing all of
the bedding in the laundry room. She went to the kitchen and made herself a
nice salad to eat while she waited for the locksmith to arrive. Just as she was
finishing up, the doorbell rang. Playing the part of the homeowner, Karen
directed the man to change out the entry and garage door locks. She watched TV
while he worked. When he was finished, she paid him in the cash she had taken
from the slut's purse, tipping him ten dollars for his trouble. He seemed very
happy before she sent him off on his merry way. Karen took the receipt he had
given her and placed it in her bag for safekeeping. It would be of use later.

She quickly returned to her suffering captive and asked if she was ready to obey
her orders.

Of course Carol nodded "yes". She had lost all feeling in her feet and had
begun wondering how long she could stand there without losing her balance and
being choked by the noose. It seemed like she had been there forever, although
she knew it was probably less than two hours. The sun was just then sinking
behind the trees at the back of her yard, casting long shadows and bringing a
bit of relief from the heat.

Karen decided to take the clothespins off the bitch while she was still gagged.
She reached down to pinch and twist that lovely little clit just to ensure the
slut was feeling more than a little conflicted when she removed the clothespins.
Her pussy was still satisfactorily wet, which was a good thing. She removed and
dropped the clothespins that she had attached to Carol's pussy, then reached up
to simultaneously unclasp the clothespins from her engorged nipples.

Carol was relieved when the pins were taken off her pussy. They had been
annoying, like a scratch she couldn't itch. The pins on her nipples were
different, however. Carol first winced, then screamed into her gag as the blood
pulsed back into her nipples, arousing raw nerve endings and lighting Carol up
as she had never been before. She thought she understood what it would feel
like to have red hot pokers applied to her nipples, they hurt so much. Through
her tear and sweat-streaked eyes she saw Miss Karen smiling delightedly at her.

"Isn't this fun?", she cooed.

As the pain was slowly fading into something tolerable, Carol noted with relief
that Miss Karen was untying the knot that had secured the noose to the
poolhouse. She pulled the loose rope over Carol's shoulder and took hold of it
as though it were a leash.

"Come now, my slut. Time for a walk.", Karen ordered casually.

As Carol tried to awkwardly comply, it felt as though a thousand needles were
being pressed into the bottom of her feet. She had never spent much time in
heels and wasn't accustomed to them, especially under circumstances where she
had to stand in them for so long without being able to move. Her knees were
still tied together, causing her to have to splay out her feet in order to take
small steps. She felt so clumsy as Miss Karen led her slowly along the side of
the pool toward the small area of lawn Carol and her husband maintained at the
rear portion of the yard. She was grateful to be moving, but still fearful and
confused as to what might happen next.

Karen carefully led her new pet to the center of the grassy part of the back
yard and turned her to face the house. Leaning in so close that her lips
brushed against the slut's ear, Karen whispered softly, "Are you ready to begin
learning some of your new rules?"

Carol nodded eagerly. Anything to avoid being slapped or having the clothespins
put back on her nipples. She tried through the gag to say "Yes, Mistress.", but
it came out as an unintelligible mumble.

"Good girl.", Karen cooed, as though she were talking to a cat. "Look around a
little to make sure you can find this exact spot again. Okay?"

Carol nodded.

"This is where you will come to pee. When you really need to pee, you will ask
my permission by saying, "Miss Karen, may the slut have permission to go to her
place in the yard?", and you will come to this exact spot if I give you
permisison. Do you understand so far?"

Carol nodded. Could it get any worse?

"And when you come here, you will squat down on your haunches with your knees
wide and your hands behind your back, facing the house. Do you understand that
part?"

Carol nodded.

"Then you will hold that position until I signal that it's okay for you to pee.
When I tell you or signal that it's okay to pee, you will pee then without
delay. Do you understand this part?"

Carol nodded again.

"After you have completely emptied your bladder, you would return to the place
and position or activity you were in when you requested permission." Karen took
advantage of the opportunity to slip her tongue in the slut's ear. It was not
so much to give the slut any pleasure, but to entertain herself by watching how
fast those abused nipples would harden. She was not disappointed.

"My time is highly valuable. You have no value and your time is
inconsequential. So, you won't waste my time by interrupting me for pee breaks
too often. When you ask, you'd better be sure there won't be any delay or that
you won't be pissing out a respectable volume on your lawn here. There will be
consequences otherwise. After a while, you'll kill the grass in this spot and it
will be easy for you to find.", Karen added, intentionally drawing a parallel
with the effects of animal urine on lawns. It was part of the process.

She stepped back and looked up into the sparse clouds, noting the golden tint
they were taking on as the sun lowered toward the horizon. "I'll tell you later
how we'll manage your bowel movements."

Carol was struck by the matter of fact attitude that the woman displayed. It
was obvious she had done this before, possibly several times. Carol's feet were
still sore but the numbness had left her, only to be replaced by the horny
longing her new neighbor was always able to reestablish in her. More than
anything, Carol still just wanted to cum.

Carol watched as her mistress strolled up to the edge of the pool and began
stripping off her clothes. There didn't appear to be an ounce of fat or flab on
her. Hers was the sorty of athletic body that Carol could sometimes convince
herself that she had while really knowing she might never quite get there. She
gazed after the object of her torment and her desires as Miss Karen began
swimming laps in the pool. It was another form of reinforcing Carol's status,
leaving her standing there, bound and naked in her back yard, while enjoying a
refreshing swim. Carol knew it, but her lifetime of fantasies of being used in
just this manner gave her the perspective that it was something she had always
wanted but never thought could happen. It was not the sort of situation she
would ever have put herself in. But, once in it, she found her desires
impossible to control and her thoughts more attached to the role she found
herself in than detached from it. She was surprised that she was not dwelling
on thinking of the means to escape. She was very much in the moment, feeling
the pain, the heat, and the warm glow between her legs that seemed to have a
louder voice than reason.

Though the pool was a bit shorter than hers next door, Karen enjoyed the swim.
It was always a turn on for her to swim naked, especially in unfamiliar
surroundings. She knew she would be spending a lot of time in the pool. She
reminder herself to find out who maintained the pool. Service people could
arrive at an inopportune time, and that wouldn't be good. After twenty
freestyle laps, she climbed out of the pool and laid down on her back next to
her clothes on the concrete deck. The slut could watch her for a while as she
let the slight, early evening breeze dry her body. She closed her eyes and
rested, confident the slut wasn't going anywhere.

She was right. Carol was mesmerized by the sight of her mistress's taught body.
Her breasts were small but very well shaped and firm. Carol longed to
experience her. She had never been drawn to another woman before, but had often
wondered what it would be like to be dominated by a beautiful woman. She was
finding out. She so wanted to be used sexually that she felt herself becoming
wet again, fearful only of the humiliation she might suffer when it was noticed.
But, was it really fear?

After about ten minutes of relaxing, Karen turned her head toward the slut and
told her to go into the house and to bring her hairbrush out. For a moment
Carol couldn't compute how she could perform the task, bound as she was. But,
she realized she could still grasp things with her hands tied behind her back as
long as she could access them. She shuffled toward the back of the house,
barely managing to open the sliding door, and stepped inside.

By the time she returned, she was disappointed to see that Miss Karen had
dressed and was sitting in one of the lawn chairs at the rear corner of the yard
near the stone grille. Carol slowly made her way there, understanding what it
must feel like to be handicapped. All the while, her nipples were hard and her
pussy wet. She was loving the abuse, if not every aspect of it.

Karen would not betray her feelings, but she was surprised at how readily the
slut had accepted her authority. It was simply a stroke of luck that she chose
one that harbored secret, submissive fantasies. It would be so much easier to
establish dependency and reach a state of instant obeyance with this one. She
reminded herself to continue to be cautious. For the time being, though, all
was well. The slut had managed to hobble all the way to her location and was
standing directly in front of her now. Though impatient by nature and always
anxious to move along to the next thing, Karen forced herself to enjoy the
evening for a few minutes longer before acknowledging the slut's presence.

"Turn around.", Karen ordered. She untied the clothesline binding the slut's
wrists and tossed it onto the grass. "Face me."

Carol turned back around as she had been told. She was ordered to brush Miss
Karen's hair, and spent the next ten minutes carefully grooming her beautifully
thick, shiny, blonde mane. Miss Karen finally took the brush from her hand and
dropped it onto the grass before untying the rope binding Carol's knees
together. It felt so much better to be able to straighten her legs. Now, if
only Miss Karen would allow her to remove the gag.

Karen stood and took hold of the clothesline hanging from the noose and again
led the slut across the yard toward the pool. At the pool's edge, she told her
to take the heels off and get in. She could see the relief on the slut's face
as she stepped out of the heels and lowered herself into the pool.

The water felt great, but her feet felt even better. She looked up at her new
mistress, wondering what to do next, then slowly moved into her waiting position
with her hands clasped behind her neck and feet spread. Mistress smiled, and
Carol was able to smile back, happy that she had done well.

"Dunk your head and get out, pet.", Karen ordered.

Carol dipped her head fully under the water, squeezing her mouth shut as much as
possible to keep the chlorine out, then quickly pushed herself up out of the
pool. She returned to the proper position once she was out. Miss Karen stepped
closer and removed the noose from around her neck, dropping it onto the concrete
deck. She then untied the knot at the back of Carol's neck and pulled it free
of her mouth, dropping it.

"You may spit my panties out now.", Karen told her. They landed on the deck with
a loud "splat".

"Quickly gather up all of the debris we've left around here and go to the
garage.", Karen said before returning to the house.

Carol literally ran around the back yard gathering her heels, hairbrush,
scissors, the pieces of clothesline, clothespins, and Miss Karen's wet panties.
She anxiously rushed to the garage and placed all of the items neatly on the
floor before assuming the position. She hadn't seen Miss Karen in the house,
and she wasn't in the garage. Carol nevertheless remained perfectly motionless
as she waited. Things had changed since she had been in the garage. Some of
the bags seemed to be missing, and she could see that her clothes had been
bundled into a good number of brown grocery bags. What did that mean?

The garage was not air conditioned like the rest of the house, so Carol began
sweating again as she waited. It was so quiet. She wondered what would happen
to her, what would happen next. Her mind began to play through the
possibilities. She envisioned herself being kissed by Miss Karen, and it nearly
made her swoon. Carol knew that she was more than a little taken in by the
situation, and by the strong woman who had put her in it. She reminded herself
that this was all her fault. She thought that what she was really doing was
protecting her husband and her mother from a lot of pain, and saving herself
from complete personal and professional destruction.

Inside the house, Karen had gathered up the slut's cash and credit cards and
placed them in her gymbag. She threw the dirty bedding in the washing machine
along with some laundry detergent and turned it on. Then she attached the new
house keys to the slut's key ring and proceeded to the garage, carrying her bag.
She was pleased to see her new pet holding her position well despite the stuffy
heat. Karen ignored her as she dumped the paper bags out onto the dirty
concrete floor and began rifling through the piles of items she had chosen to
keep for the slut. She tossed aside a pair of adidas crosstrainers, then found
a little pair of black knit shorts. Finally, after finding a black t-shirt, she
rose up and stood next to the slut. Handing over the t-shirts, she said simply,
"put it on".

As Carol pulled the t-shirt over her head, she noticed Miss Karen grasping the
scissors. Carol smoothed the t-shirt out over her ample breasts, seeing with
some embarassment that her nipples were pushing quite insistently against the
tight material that was already dampening up from her perspiration. Without
comment, Miss Karen began cutting the t-shirt off just under Carol's breasts.
She cut very carefully, all the way around, until the bottom half fell down
around Carol's hips. Miss Karen discarded the unwanted strip by tossing it into
a metal trash can in the corner of the garage. She dropped the scissors onto
the floor and ordered Carol into the little shorts. They were a bit difficult
to tug on, they were so tight. Carol had never worn them to run or work out in,
other than maybe doing some crunches or running on her treadmill at home. They
were too short to be seen in public in. Once she had them on, Miss Karen took
hold of the waistband at the back and tugged sharply upward, pulling the shorts
up tightly into Carol's butt, leaving the lower portion of her ass exposed.

"Shoes.", Karen said flatly, pointing at the adidas.

Carol crouched instantly to put them on. She knew what a wreck she must look
like. Her hair had certainly kinked up from being dipped in the pool, and all
the sweating certainly wasn't helping. When she stood, Miss Karen held her hand
out toward her and said simply, "Jewelry."

Carol reluctantly tugged off her wedding ring first, then the small heart
earrings her husband had bought her, and the gold necklace she had kept on since
church that morning. She placed them all in Miss Karen's hand and watched them
disappear into her large black gymbag.

"We have some errands to run, slut. So, you'll need to remember a few easy
rules and we won't have any "incidents" this evening. Do you understand?"

Carol nodded.

Seconds passed. Miss Karen was waiting.

"Uh. Oh. Sorry! Yes, Miss Karen, this slut understands."

"Good. You may refer to me as Miss Karen while we are in public, but you may
not speak unless spoken to. You will do what you are told. You will walk two
paces behind me at all times. Is this simple enough for a dumb whore like you
to remember?"

"Yes, Miss Karen. This slut will remember."



Chapter VI Debasement

"Get in the back seat. You'll sit in the middle."

As Carol climbed into the back seat of her Camry, Miss Karen tossed her heeled
sandals onto the floor in the back seat before throwing her gymbag onto the
front passenger seat and climbing in. She activated the automatic garage door
opener and started the car before turning around to look Carol in the eyes.
"Spread your legs so your feet are touching either side of the car, and put your
hands behind the small of your back." She didn't pause for a reaction.

"Yes, Miss Karen." It wasn't until she had heard the garage door begin to open
that Carol had started to experience a great deal of anxiety. It was bad enough
to have been slapped around, stripped, bound, and tormented behind closed doors.
But, this t-shirt she had on was barely long enough to cover the bottom of her
breasts. Along with the shorts, and the way her ass was hanging out of them,
she would look every bit the slut that she had been called all evening. She
knew she looked awful, and the heels on the floor, if she had to put them on in
this outfit, well...Oh, God.

Miss Karen was backing the car down the driveway now. "Slide forward a bit so I
can reach you while I'm driving.", she ordered.

"Yes, Miss Karen." Carol replied. Her voice was quavering. She slid forward
until she was sitting on the front edge of the middle of the back seat. It was
not at all comfortable, and her t-shirt was riding higher on her breasts. This
was the only time she really appreciated that she had gotten the privacy window
option on the Camry. Not that it prevented anyone and everyone from seeing her
in this predicament, but it was at least something.

Karen noticed the increased nervousness, but knew it would take little more than
a few strokes to get the slut's mind back on her hungry pussy and the hope of an
orgasm. Either that or a couple of slaps. She would simply have to find a way
to cope. That's all there was to it.

Carol noted that Miss Karen seemed to know the area quite well. She had not
seen any activity around the house next door in so long that she assumed the old
couple who had owned it had skipped visiting that past winter. But, it must
have sold. It was always so well maintained though. Whatever. Her neighbor
knew her way around.

After about ten minutes they pulled into a sleazy strip mall and pulled up to
the curb in front of a thrift store operated by a charity. Karen shut the car
off and got out, leaving the windows up. It wouldn't hurt the slut to sweat a
bit more. It was still oppressively hot, especially after being in a car with
such cold air conditioning for a while. Karen opened the trunk and removed the
bags of discarded clothes that had belonged to the slut and her husband. She
carried them through the doors and placed them in a neat row next to the check
out counter. It took her three trips to get them all into the store.

Carol watched in frustration. She knew those bags contained her husband's
clothes. She was fixated on her concern as to what she would ever be able to
say to explain what happened to them. She couldn't believe this was happening.
Why in the world would Miss Karen do this? Only a small, foolish part of her
told her to get out and have a discussion about this. Prudence kept her
silently in place, sweating profusely in the heat while lewdly displayed in her
own back seat. She glanced around, thankful that it was nearly closing time
and there were few customers in the plaza.

Karen patiently waited while the large black woman operating the register filled
out her receipt, in the name of Carol Sizemore, for the bags of miscellaneous
clothing. Such things came in handy at tax time. Karen might have another use
for the receipt, though. She returned to the Camry only to place the receipt
in the gymbag, get some cash out and to retrieve the slut. "Get out. It's
time to do some shopping."

Carol told herself that it took considerable courage to get out of the car.
Whether it was out of fear of crossing Miss Karen, having her affair exposed and
life ruined, or the simple desire to follow orders, Carol managed to get out
without objecting or breaking down in some way. When she tried to pull the
shorts down over her butt her hand was slapped away. "Keep your fucking hands
at your sides!", Karen hissed. The black woman looked out at them blandly.

Carol followed Miss Karen into the store, carefully keeping pace with her from
two steps behind. Completely embarassed to be dressed this way in public, she
kept her eyes riveted to Miss Karen's ass. "Stoah closin in ten minute.", the
black woman warned as they passed her. They made their way to the women's
clothing section.

Carol had always been a great dresser. She wouldn't be caught dead in a thrift
store, let alone wearing anything from one. All of her clothes, at least those
that were just then in a heap on her garage floor, were designer or brand name
items. She had no idea why they were there until Miss Karen next spoke.

"I'm guessing you're a size six. Is that right, slut?"

Carol's heart seemed to drop all the way to her feet. Miss Karen had called her
"slut" loud enough for the cashier to hear.

"Yes, Miss Karen.", she whispered.

Karen was browsing through the size six skirt section. "What? I couldn't hear
you.", she said.

"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol answered a bit more loudly.

Karen quickly stepped to her left, placing her face inches in front of the
slut's while taking a firm hold on her right nipple. Pinching it roughly, she
quietly but intently said, "One more mistake and you are toast. Do you get the
meaning of that?"

Tears welling up in her eyes, Carol answered clearly, "Yes, Miss Karen." The
cashier was listening and doing a poor job of pretending not to be.

Karen returned to browsing. She pulled a black skirt off the rack and held it
up to the slut's waist. It was suitably frumpy, so she put it in the slut's
hands and moved over to the blouse rack. After looking for just a few seconds,
she found a thin white polyester blouse with a wide collar and quarter length
sleeves. It buttoned down the front.

Carol could see a cigarette burn on one of the sleeves and a stain on the
collar. It, too was handed to her. Miss Karen gave her a five dollar bill and
told her to go pay for the items and to meet her at the car. Carol tried wiping
away her tears before reluctantly making her way to the cashier. What had she
been reduced to?

The cashier looked at her with a mild expression of contempt on her face. She
had probably seen it all, Carol thought. The fact that Carol was getting any
reaction at all must mean that she really did look like a complete slut. She
felt herself blushing as she stepped up to the counter. "Dat be all?", the
cashier asked, looking her level in the eyes. Carol glanced around. "Uh,
yes.", she replied shakily. The cashier rang the items in and Carol gave her
the five dollars. As the change was being handed to her, the cashier spoke
slowly, as though she wanted to make an important point. "Yo life on da wrong
track, girl. Yo needs to get raght wit God."

"Tell me about it.", Carol thought.

Miss Karen had her toss the skirt and blouse into the trunk, surrender the
change from the purchase, then get back into the car. They drove a few blocks
further into one of the worst parts of town before pulling into the lot of an
adult video emporium. Miss Karen pulled Carol's credit card out of the gymbag
and handed it to her. "Go in and buy three buttplugs; small, medium, and large.
Then choose five movies featuring interracial sex - black men and white women.
Be sure to bring me the receipt. Ta Ta!" She turned and began fiddling with
the radio.

The parking lot was nearly full, and this was a dangerous part of town. Carol's
heart was thumping so heavily in her chest that she thought she could hear it.
She was not telling herself she was brave this time. She was just plain scared
to death. She had never been in such a place. She had never been in this part
of the city.

She slowly stood, closing the door behind her. She heard Miss Karen click the
automatic doorlocks to the locked position before cranking the stereo. The only
way to do this, Carol thought, was to do it quickly and get it over with.

To say that she attracted attention when she passed through the door would be an
understatement. She became the main attraction. White women simply didn't
visit the store, especially white women that were dressed to fuck. There were
eight men in the store, along with the clerk. All of them were looking her over
quite blatantly as she stood frozen just inside the door. Finally, the clerk,
an older man with a raspy voice and a huge head, said, "C'mon in an visit a
while, girl. We's all fammy heah." A couple of the men snickered. A younger
man who looked to Carol like a gang member was a bit more blatant. He strode
menacingly toward her, saying, "Show me dem tits, bitch."

Carol nearly panicked. She quickly considered running out the door, but thought
if she moved fast it would cause the man now standing in front of her to react
in a way that might not be best for her. "Please. I, ah...I just need to buy a
few things.", she stammered. Some of the men laughed at her.

"Oh. You buyin nah. Ah see.", the man in front of her replied, grabbing his
crotch. "How much you wanna pay for dis big black man meat raht heah?"

All of the men burst out laughing as though he had said the most hilarious thing
they had ever heard. Carol didn't know what to do. She looked across the room
and saw a variety of butt plugs hanging on a wall display. She decided to try
ignoring them, and stepped around the man blocking her path. He slapped her ass
as she passed him. The others made room for her to walk between them, but they
hadn't seen the need to keep their hands to themselves. She wasn't so much
fondled as she was groped at as she passed through them to the display.

"Look Donnie!", one of the men exclaimed. "Bitch take it up de ass. Lookathat!"

Carol took three different sizes of plugs off the wall and moved quickly to the
right where the movies were displayed. It wasn't at all difficult to find five
videos that met Miss Karen's criteria. The store obviously catered to black
men, and having sex with white women was one of their leading fantasies, Carol
knew. The first movie she took down was entitled, "Gang Bang Bitch". The cover
was composed of a photograph of a young white girl being forced to have anal sex
in a room full of black men. Something clicked inside Carol. It wasn't some
sort of epiphany, or a bright flash of enlightenment. It was more a sense of
resignation. Seeing the movie cover triggered one of her darkest fantasies.
She realized her pussy was gushing and her erect nipples were lifting what
little fabric covered them.

Now she was in a kind of daze, pulling down the remaining four movies with
little thought, carrying them to the counter and placing everything there,
turning to face the gathering of men who were gazing hungrily at her, and simply
lifting up the front of her cut-off t-shirt to fully expose her breasts to them.
She closed her eyes and licked her lips as the cacaphony of lewd comments washed
over her.

"Looka dem nips!"

"Jesus H. Donnie!"

"Sweet Jesus what a fine bitch!"

"Bitch want fucked!"

She heard the door being latched. The overhead lights were flipped off, but a
small lamp near the cash register provided some light. The younger, scary man
took her by the wrist and pulled her toward the back of the store. The others
followed. Carol looked back to see the clerk glancing out the window before
following along. Someone took her credit card out of her hand. She was pulled
through a doorway into storage room that smelled of spilled beer and urine.
Hands covered her entire body, pinching, rubbing, poking, and pulling at her
little shorts and her shirt. Foul fingers slid between her lips, and she sucked
them in all their Kool menthol nicotine nastiness. Her shirt was lifted over
her head and tossed aside. Her shorts were roughly pushed down around her
ankles and pulled off. She had no idea where they were thrown, because she was
already being lifted onto a table, pushed down onto her back. Her knees were
lifted and spread, her body pulled back until her head hung free over the edge.
They were talking all the while.

"Lissin ta the bitch purrin like a kitty!"

"Pussy wet over heah, JayJay!"

"Yessir. Bald white pussy!"

"Ah sees dat. Looka dem titties!"

She winced as her nipples were pinched and twisted. They were still sore.
Someone cradled the back of her neck. She opened her eyes momentarily, just in
time to see a beautiful black cock being moved closer toward her lips. She
opened willingly, fully. She looked beyond the cock, straining her eyes to see
higher. What looked back was a video camera. Her body tensed. "Yo calm down,
bitch. We wanna watch you fuckin us later. Keep us outta jail too, right
boys?"

All of the men laughed again. There would be no denying she was there
willingly. There could be no claim of rape now. All of the desire Miss Karen
had built up in her over the past few hours had put her here. She was
responsible for this, not Carol. Carol hadn't put herself in this position.
Now in it, that she would take advantage of it by having her desires sated, her
fantasy fulfilled, was clear. Why not? Why not give in to it? It was rape, in
a way. She hadn't set out to have this happen. It was not her intent.

The rationalizations flashed by between the realization there was a video camera
focused on her and the passage of the hard cock between her lips. It moved
slowly but forcefully in, all the way to the back of her throat. The heavy
balls rested against the top of her forehead. She guessed there was another six
inches of shaft remaining outside her lips, but before she could reach for it
her hands were guided to other cocks on either side of her. She took hold of
them eagerly, beginning to stroke them in an alternating rhythm that did as much
to prove that she was deeply into this game as her primal moaning.

One of them pushed down on her knees, spreading them so widely her thigh muscles
stretched to their limits. She couldn't see who was there or what was
happening, but someone was about to fuck her. Thick, warm lips were on her
nipples, biting and sucking. Someone clumsily flipped her clit back and forth
with a large finger or thumb. It was maddeningly pleasurable, and caused her
hips to come into motion. The cock in her mouth held her captive. Lips
distended around it's impressive girth, she could do nothing with it as her
tongue was pressed flat against the underside while the cameraman it was
attached to held it firmly in place.

She felt her pussy lips being pulled open as another cock was fed into her.
This one she knew to be as big as Ralph's by the way it felt. The man there
pushed the head through slowly before withdrawing out of her. "Looka dat!", he
exclaimed, "Bitch's cunt all wet. She lovin it!"

"Howsabout you shuttup and git ta fuckin it, Big Johnson. We all is waitin our
turn boy. Ain got all night.".

With that he replaced his cock at her pussy and pushed in, once again, until
just the head was inside her. "Bitch can take a big black man, nah. Bitch can
take it see." Some of the others replied affirmatively. "Push it in an we'll
see. Go on."

As he began to push into her she realized he was even bigger than Ralph. She
had never tired of being completely filled by his wonderful ten inch cock. She
could never get enough of it. This one was larger, and it kept pushing slowly
forward, ever deeper into her hot, clinging pussy.

The man whose penis was in her mouth now began to fuck her with slight movements
to the back and forward again, always threatening to trigger her gag reflex as
he pushed against the back of her throat. The cocks in either hand were rock
hard and impressively sized as well. She could feel her arms burning from the
constant stroking she was maintaining.

Suddenly, as though it had been coordinated, both cocks that were penetrating
her were ruthlessly thrust forward. The one in her pussy reached her cervix and
entered parts of her that had never been reached before. It was in to the hilt,
and the momentary spasm of pain would pass quickly, Carol knew. The one in her
mouth was an entirely different situation, however. As it pushed into her
throat, she was able to successfully, if temporarily, stop it by pushing her
tongue up and trying to constrict her throat. She was gagging when renewed
effort pushed it past those minor obstructions and directly into and down her
throat passage. Her entire body bucked involuntarily as her breathing was cut
off and the searing pain in her throat made her forget everything else. She let
go of the cocks in her hands and was able to vainly thrash around for only a
few seconds before being pinned down. The balls were now dangling down on
either side of her upturned nose as the man thrust fully into her throat and
held himself there for a few seconds as though to establish just what sort of a
position she was really in.

The cock in her pussy was now pistoning in and out of her at a rapid pace. The
long, brutal strokes were hitting home with an impact that produced an audible
smacking noise each time the man's balls slapped her ass. She was literally
impaled at both ends.

After what seemed an eternity but was only a few seconds, she felt the cock in
her throat withdrawing slowly outward, pursued by the bile that was rising out
of her stomach in response. When the head had slipped back past the base of her
tongue she vomited out and around the cock, the nasty, burning liquid running
down her nose and over her face into her hair. He held himself there to allow
her time to heave a few more times and to take a couple of breaths. One of them
said, "Ain nobody ever teach the ho ta deep throat, but she'll learn!"

Her whole body was jerking with each thrust of the man who was fucking her cunt.
The cock in her mouth again pressed forward until it was poised for another
entry into her throat. Trying to breath through her nose, she whimpered loudly,
trying to beg him not to do it to her again. To no avail, though. Again, her
throat was distended to accept the forced passage of the long cock. She gagged
and her body jumped involuntarily again as she felt the balls sliding up over
her forehead to find their home pressing against her eyeballs this time. She
retched again as it was withdrawn, then struggled for air. "Damn! I ain never
seen a bitch neck stretch out like dat, Donnie!", one of them said. "Me
neiver." , was the reply.

She was now being fucked in her pussy with abandon, and knew the man there was
close to getting his satisfaction. She wished her attention could be fully on
what still did feel like a wonderful fucking there, but her natural instinct was
to focus on where she was going to get her next breath. Now the man was pushing
down her throat again, and had begun fucking her as though her mouth were a
pussy. He would push in, stroke in and out several times, then back out to
allow her to breath before repeating his merciless thrusting. She had stopped
gagging and was thankful for that, but the burning pain in her throat made her
wonder if she would ever be able to talk again. She knew she was taking at
least ten inches on both ends of her body. Her fantasy hadn't involved this
sort of misery.

The man fucking her pussy grabbed her hips and thrust into her one final time.
With a loud groan, he spasmed and shot jets of his ghetto seed deeply into
Carol. The man fucking her mouth seemed to be getting close as well. He seemed
to have forgotten about her need to breath and was continuing long strokes down
her throat without pause. She felt his balls tighten on her face as he shoved
himself fully into her before exploding directly into her throat with a few
animalistic grunts. The two of them exchanged hand slaps before withdrawing
simultaneously from both ends. "God damn!" someone said.

Hands pushed down on her to ensure she had no thoughts of getting up while new
cocks were presented to her mouth and pussy. Her own hands were guided back to
hard cocks on either side of her that needed attention. Her nipples felt
distended and sore, but deliciously aroused from the continuous abuse they were
getting.

Carol stayed on that table for the next thirty minutes, being used as a
convenient fuck toy for the clientele of the local black adult video store.
Most of the remaining men opted to deposit their jism on her body rather than in
it. The exception was the younger man who looked like he was a gang member. He
opted to use Carol in the most debasing way a black man can, by fucking her in
the ass. His seed was left deep within her bowels.

When the last man had carefully shot his semen onto her face and in her hair,
she was dragged off the table and onto the floor. The clerk kicked her shirt
and shorts at her and told her to "Get da fuck out." Most of the other men had
drifted away while she had still been on the table.

Carol dressed slowly, in a daze. It wasn't that she had that much to pull on,
she was simply out of it. She had been thoroughly fucked and otherwise abused.
She didn't know if Miss Karen would still be waiting, or what. She thought
about the movies and the butt plugs she had been expected to buy, and decided
she still had to follow through with that, although it seemed somehow that she
had been a different person then. She remembered the credit card being taken.
As she stumbled out of the storage room and toward the door, she saw that the
clerk had bagged her items and was holding out he credit card for her to take.
"Receep is in da bag.", he said flatly.

As each man left the temporarily closed store, he had passed next to Karen in
the slut's car and paid her the twenty dollars each had agreed to pay to fuck
her. She had loaned the video camera to one of them in exchange for his getting
to use the slut for free if he shot a movie of the entire thing. She hadn't
charged the clerk either, as he was taking a risk with his job in allowing it
all to happen.

When the slut finally came wandering out and got into the back of the car, she
at least remembered her position and assume it, if a bit slowly. Karen made a
point of counting out the one hundred and twenty dollars the slut had just made,
but didn't bother to explain it. She turned toward her well used former
neighbor and asked what took her so long.

"This slut was...raped by those men in there, Miss Karen."

"Well, that's no surprise. What'd you expect going into a place like that
dressed like such a slut?", Karen replied innocently. "You're a wreck!"

Carol didn't respond, other than to begin sobbing.

Karen next drove to a large warehouse club where she knew the slut had a
membership. Digging into the gymbag, she produced the membership card and
flipped it into the back seat. "On aisle sixteen there is a large animal cage,
like for a great dane or something. Buy it with your credit card. Get some
help to load it. We'll have to haul it back with the trunk open. They'll tie
it down for you."

Carol sat in disbelief. She had just been fucked by eight men. She wasn't
going anywhere. She wasn't buying a dog cage for this bitch. She wasn't...

Miss Karen was holding up a cellphone as though she were about to dial a number.
"What was that number? Let's see, seven one two, four seven three, eight,
five..."

It was Carol's mother's phone number. "Wait!", she shouted. "I'll go...I mean.
I'm sorry. This slut will go, Miss Karen. Please don't call my mother!" She
was crying openly now, breaking down even further.

Karen flipped the cellphone closed and began looking at the movies Carol had
chosen at the video store as the slut climbed out of the car and made her way
across the parking lot toward the store. Karen had intentionally parked some
distance away to maximize the slut's exposure. She had borne up exceptionally
well after being so thoroughly used. That was good. Only one more stop after
this one, and then home for more fun and games.

Carol felt completely hopeless as she crossed the huge parking lot. She knew
she was attracting attention. Women looked at her with contempt. Daddies tried
to shield their kids from seeing her. She was dirt. Just a whore. She had no
business being in public looking the way she did. She sniffled and wiped away
her tears. She could've kept crying, but it would only have made her more
conspicuous. Tried to run her fingers through her hair in a vain attempt to
improve her appearance a bit. Instead, she found her fingers entangled in the
matted, gooey mess. She smelled. She felt and looked disgusting.

Karen knew the store an it's interior layout. She watched closely as the slut
entered, showed her membership card, then walked off to the left where the
restrooms were rather than directly into the store toward aisle sixteen. That
was expected. The stupid bitch was sloppy at remembering her instructions and
would be corrected soon enough. Karen found it amusing that the slut never
questioned why she was buying a cage. She either thought nothing of it or knew
it was for her and opted not to object. It was the trauma of having to walk
around in public in the condition she was in that made her rebel. Rebellion
was good if it led to better control. Before long the subject would be on
autopilot in terms of following instructions and the need to coerce her would
dissipate.

About fifteen minutes passed before the slut reappeared in front of the store
with an employee pushing the cage on a cart. The slut waved in Karen's
direction, but she opted to leave her exposed for a few seconds longer before
starting the car. As Karen pulled up she could see that the slut had washed her
hair out in the restroom sink. She had managed to clean herself up quite a bit,
but she still had that well fucked look about her. The poor boy helping the
slut had an erection that he couldn't find a way to hide.

Karen pulled up in front of them and popped the trunk lid. The slut helped the
boy load the cage into the trunk with some difficulty. It would only fit in on
one end, leaving half of it hanging out. The boy took some twine and tied the
trunk lid down to keep the cage from falling out.

Carol thanked him nicely. He was effusive in his thanks of Carol for
patronizing his employer. When she tried to open the right rear door to climb
into the back of her car, Miss Karen lowered that window instead and told Carol
to get the boy's phone number. She said she thought he might have a crush on
her. Carol flushed at the thought of doing it, but she had to. Turning quickly
to try to get to him before he reentered the store, she called out loudly to
stop him. Several people in the lot looked at her as though she were a sideshow
freak. The boy stammered out his phone number, feeling like the stroke of luck
he had just then would never be matched in his entire life.

Carol was thankful that when she returned to the car she was able to enter it.
Miss Karen took the receipt, the membership card, and the credit card from her.
Carol assumed her position in the back seat as Miss Karen wordlessly pulled out
of the parking lot and back onto Palmetto Boulevard, heading in the direction of
home.

Miss Karen adjusted the mirror so that it reflected Carol rather than the
traffic behind the car. "Pull your shirt up over your breasts, slut.", she said
evenly, as though she were making a comment about the weather.

Carol was too exhausted to protest, so simply rolled the cut off t-shirt up as
far as the neckline and returned her hands to the small of her back. Her
nipples always betrayed her. They had been hard for hours now. They throbbed.
They had never endured so much abuse before. She wanted to take a long, hot
bath. She needed a drink. She felt much better after she had peed and
freshened up back at the warehouse store. Miss Karen hadn't noticed. Who cared
anyway? What was she going to do?

Before Carol realized it, they had parked outside a 24 hour Walmart near her
home and Miss Karen was ordering her to change into her heels and get out of the
car. The last thing Carol needed was yet another public display. Somebody who
knew her would see her if this kept up. Not that they would recognize her, but
they might. At least Miss Karen was getting out, too. Carol smoothed the
t-shirt out over her breasts so that she would not be exposed as she got out of
the car. Miss Karen locked the car and strode off at a quick pace toward the
store. Carol couldn't keep up easily, and her breasts were bouncing beneath the
thin fabric of her shirt as they crossed the lot. She pulled her shorts down a
bit to cover her exposed ass, sure that Miss Karen wouldn't notice now that her
back was turned.

They made their way to the pet department, then found the section where the dog
collars were displayed. Despite what she had been through, Carol was mortified
when Miss Karen began fitting different dog collars around her neck. It was
surrealistic, Carol thought, that she was standing dressed as she was in a
Walmart pet department while this woman casually fitted her for a collar. Carol
was ashamed when she noticed the first stirrings within her that she knew led to
hard nipples and a wet pussy. She was quietly seething inside, angry that her
body would betray her.

Karen chose a few nice collars. One was a simple black leather one with a nice
wide band, another was red nylon, and the third was a simple choke collar. She
then fitted the slut for smaller black leather collars that she would use as
wrist and ankle restraints, and chose a couple that would fit well just above
her knees. She then found a couple of large metal dog bowls. Handing all of the
collars and bowls to the slut to carry, Karen moved along to the health and
beauty aids department, where she chose the first box of platinum blonde hair
coloring she came across. Next she found a creme hair dipilatory and an
enema/douche combo kit. Finally they went to the hardware department and picked
up a length of chain and a chain cutting tool, as well as several padlocks. By
then the slut had her hands full, so Karen flipped the credit card into one of
the bowls and told her to go check out.

Carol jiggled her way in the high heeled sandals to the check out counter as
Miss Karen left the store. Carol's pussy was soaked and her nipples were again
causing the material of her cut off t-shirt to tent at just the point where each
breast peaked. She was beginning to feel like a slut, she thought. It was not
a choice, but rather something that was happening to her. The memory of those
men using her as they did kept flashing into her mind. The mental images were
horrible, but she found herself replaying them rather than being repelled by
them. Her throat and ass were still very sore from the abuse they had
received, but...she shook her head, willing herself not to dwell on it. She
just needed to get through the next minute or two and get to the car.
Everything would be fine if she could only get back home and have time to sort
things out.



Chapter VII Adjustments

Miss Karen hadn't said a word on the drive home. Nevertheless, Carol
maintained her lewd position in the back seat, hoping all the while Miss Karen
would touch her. Her pussy was throbbing, desperate for attention. The men who
had abused her had no interest in her satisfaction, and while some of it had
felt very good and there had been a couple of times where she was close to
orgasm, the pain she was subjected to tended to interrupt her chances. Now she
was as horny as ever, particularly after being forced to display herself in
public as she had. Everything that this woman did to her made her even more
desperate to please. She had to get satisfaction out of this somehow. Surely
she would be rewarded.

Karen backed the car into the garage and activated the garage door closer before
stepping out. She left the slut behind for the time being. By the smell of
her, she was oozing pussy juice all over her seat again and could use a touch
more frustration before Karen got down to business. Little did the slut know
that what she had experienced so far was only so much monkey business. Soon it
would be time to get serious about this, and Karen looked forward to it.

She dragged the cage out of the trunk and across the floor to the back corner of
the garage. Reaching into the car, she pulled out all of the items the slut had
purchased and placed the bags next to the cage. Then she took her black sports
bag and placed it just inside the door leading to the house. Finally she
ordered the slut out of the car.

Carol had been worried about the cage. Now her worries were confirmed. She had
hoped Miss Karen had a pet dog and simply needed a kennel for it. Now that the
cage was in her garage, she began to believe she would find herself in it at
some point. Carol got out with considerable apprehension. Glad to be home, she
noted a different tone in Miss Karen's voice. It was harder, unforgiving. She
closed the car door and assumed the proper position. Next she was ordered to
strip, except for her heels. Carol quickly pushed the wet, dirty knit shorts
down to her ankles and stepped out of them, then pulled the cutoff t-shirt over
her head, dropping it to the floor.

"Go get the collars and put them on the appropriate locations, slut. Be sure to
tear the tags off them. Use the leather punch to shorten the smaller ones so
that they fit your ankles and wrists tightly. I think the ones you bought for
your knees will be fine. You should not be able to pull them off. Do you
understand?"

"Yes, Mistress.", Carol replied with a sigh.

Karen left the garage and entered the house. She spent the next several minutes
snooping around, opening closets and doors, and generally cataloging anything
that she might need to be aware of. She helped herself ot a couple of snacks
and got a soft drink out of the fridge. Karen then retrieved the VCR from the
den and a small TV from the guest bedroom, carrying them separately to the
garage. The slut had completed her tasks and was standing in position, looking
well fucked and quite wanton in her new collar and cuffs.

"Hands behind your back, slut.", Karen ordered as she retrieved a padlock from
one of the bags. Stepping behind the slut, she snapped the lock shut over the
d-rings in the wrist cuffs. She placed the key on top of the car, where the
slut couldn't get it. Testing to ensure she couldn't slip her hands through the
cuffs and free herself, Karen then got the chain leash and fastened it to the
collar in front. She tugged the slut over against the wall adjoining the house
and turned her to face the side of the car. Pulling the leashe down and between
the slut's legs, she jerked it tightly up and back, embedding it firmly between
the slut's pussy lips and her ass.

Carol hadn't expected the cold chain to be jerked up into her as it was. She
had cried out, more in surprise than in pain. Miss Karen told her to clench her
butt to hold the leash in place while she retrieved a length of clothesline.
Mistress then knotted one end of the clothesline to the handle of the leash and
passed the other through a wall mounted shelf bracket over the Carol's head. She
jerked down on it, nearly lifting Carol off her feet, before tieing the second
knot to hold it securely in place. Carol was now fastened to the wall in a most
unpleasant and humiliating way. She had to keep her legs together to keep the
chain from biting too deeply into her, and she had absolutely no freedom of
movement as her ass was pressed tightly against the wall. She could not lean
back against the wall with her upper back to rest, as it would pull the chain
too deeply into her. All the while, the now-warm chain was pressed tightly
against her hardened and erect clit, creating a mixture of pleasure and pain
that she could neither accept or reject.

Karen stood back to admire her handiwork. The slut looked enticing with her
back arched like that, and her calves flexing and straining on the high heels.
She looked appropriately distressed. Karen then went about setting up the VCR
and TV on the hood of the car, facing the slut. This was going to be fun.

Carol watched Miss Karen work on the equipment, only half caring whether the
hood of the car got scratched. She was getting beyond worrying about things
like that. With the pain she was feeling in her feet, calves, thighs, and lower
back, along with the need she felt between her legs, a scratch on the car was
getting lower and lower on her list of concerns. After all that she had been
through that evening, she just wanted an orgasm and to be able to sleep. If the
torment continued much longer, she didn't know what she would do. Not that she
had many choices. It wasn't as though she could step out of the situation by
shouting out a safe word or something. She realized she kept wavering from
feeling as though she was in this somewhat consensually to knowing it was real
and unalterable. It was probably just a defense mechanism to believe she had
some role in this and that it would all be okay. How could it be? It couldn't
be. It wasn't.

Karen thought the possibility that the slut might want to get noisy was strong
enough to merit gagging her again. After all, they were in the garage and any
yelling could be heard outside. No need to attract attention. She had been
carrying around a nice ball gag in her bag all evening and decided to get it out
and install it before proceeding. The slut felt the need to resist opening her
mouth just long enough for Karen to convince her otherwise by cruelly twisting
one of those delicious nipples. Once it was securely in place, Karen pulled the
video camera out and held it up for the slut to see. She connected it to the
TV and pressed "play". She stepped back to savor the moment.

The slut's eyes bulged as soon as she recognized she was watching the tape of
herself being abused by those terrible black men. She glanced back and forth
between Miss Karen and the TV screen, feeling a sense of hopelessness wash over
her. How did she get the tape? Had she...yes! Miss Karen had arranged the
whole thing...it...she...

"I don't see a rape happening at the moment, do you, slut?", Karen asked.

Carol became truly enraged. Screaming obcenities into the gag, she was beside
herself at the realization that she had been set up. She didn't see a white
woman being raped by eight black men. She saw a willing participant, at least
at the start, willingly making herself available in every way to the nasty men.
She heard their comments all over again. It was so strange to see her from the
perspective of one of the men - the one she happened to be sucking when the
camera was first turned on. It was hopeless. If only she could get loose...

"I think I'll go inside where it's cool and let you finish watching your debut
performance. I was amazed at how you could make a gang rape appear to be
nothing more than an evening getting fucked by the boys.", Karen said as she
strolled into the house. Karen had already viewed the film in it's entirety
while the slut had been in the wholesale store earlier in the evening.

Carol struggled briefly, testing her bonds to see if there was any way to get
loose. She only increased her discomfort and soon proved to herself that any
movement was futile. She was practically suspended by the chain and wondered
what would happen when her already sore feet and quivering legs gave out. She
couldn't avoid watching the video. She saw herself willingly take cocks into
her hands, mouth, pussy, and ass, and heard herself moaning in obvious pleasure
despite the rough treatment she was being given. She was fascinated at the
sight of her throat swelling as that long cock was forced down it, and was
disappointed, or maybe just surprised, that her struggle was not so long or as
intense as she remembered. Toward the end of the film, when she had been taken
anally, she thought a jury of her peers might consider it rape. It was
obviously unpleasant and she did struggle while the dangerous looking younger
man forced his way ever deeper into her. A jury? What was she thinking? Would
she subject herself to having this video seen by anyone if she could help it?
Who would believe she had gotten anything but exactly what she deserved by
putting herself in that position, in that place, in those clothes. How could
she explain that a woman, her neighbor, had blackmailed her into dressing that
way? She couldn't think. There seemed no way out...no way at all. By the time
the video ended she was covered in sweat, both from the heat and the extreme
exertion of trying to avoid suspending herself on the chain.

It was a bit after midnight. It had been a very long day for Karen, and she was
quite happy with the way things were going. She had herself a snack in the
kitchen and decided to pour one last scotch. She sat for a while, sipping it,
giving the slut time to see herself as a porn star and to let things settle in a
bit before proceeding.

Carol was relieved to hear the door open. She couldn't turn her head far enough
to see Miss Karen at first, so kept her eyes straight ahead, staring blankly at
the opposite wall of the garage. Without comment, Miss Karen turned off and
unplugged the video camera, then turned the TV around to face toward the cage.
Carol saw that the car had been scratched on the hood, but could care less. She
just wanted off the damned chain. All of the resistance had gone out of her.
She knew she was in a hopeless situation and only wanted to minimize her
discomfort. She knew the best way to do that was to satisfy Miss Karen, whether
she liked it or not.

Miss Karen was digging through some of the bags they had brought home, and
pulled out the blouse and skirt Carol had purchased at the thrift store. She
threw them onto the floor of the cage. She got one of the padlocks out and
placed it on top of the cage. Then, she started dumping things out of the bags
and stood to look them over.

"You know, slut, you were provided very simple instructions before we left this
evening. Either you think I'm stupid or forgetful, or you are stupid or
forgetful. I lost count of how many rules you broke tonight. You need to be
punished. But, it's late and I'm tired. You need to go teach snotty teenagers
tomorrow and can't be completely dysfunctional. Otherwise I'd likely leave you
here with that chain up your cunt all night. Instead, I am going to be generous
and allow you to choose your punishment." Karen looked toward the slut with a
glare. "Do you understand?"

Carol nodded quickly. Anything to get off the chain. Her legs were about to
give way. She couldn't feel her feet.

"Good.", Karen replied as she turned to stroll toward her suffering victim.
"Three choices; First, we email your poor husband a nice picture of you fucking
and sucking those nice black men you met tonight."

Carol shook her head vigorously. She couldn't do that, no matter what.

"Second, we call your mother and play a nice audio tape of you having sex with
your new black friends."

Carol shook her head again, tears welling up in her eyes. What would the third
choice be?

"Third, you pledge your complete and total obedience to me now and assign to me
power of attorney rights over your affairs."

Carol was dumbstruck. She couldn't consent to either of the first two options.
They weren't options at all. She couldn't sign a power of attorney over,
either. It could me the loss of everything she owned. She already had power of
attorney on the joint holdings she and her husband owned, which was fairly
routine for military couples when one was deployed overseas. Would Miss
Karen...

"Or, I could walk out of here now and let them find your stinking body trussed
up to the wall in a week.", Karen mused.

The slut mumbled unintelligibly into the ball gag, nodding her head.

"Have you made a decision?", Karen asked.

The slut nodded vigorously. She wanted off that chain.

Miss Karen told her to nod when she heard the number of the option she chose,
and she nodded when she heard "three".

Miss Karen left the garage and soon returned with several pages of legal
documents, a clipboard, and a pen. She took the key from the top of the car and
unlocked Carol's cuffs, freeing her hands to write. Carol was sure she would
detach the leash that was biting so cruelling into her flesh between her legs,
but it was not to be. Still gagged and trussed, she held the clipboard in her
left hand and the pen in her right.

"Sign your full name everywhere there is an "x"., Karen ordered.

Miss Karen slowly circled the car as she waited for the stupid bitch to sign her
life away. When all the signatures were in place, Miss Karen took the clipboard
and removed the ball gag. Maddeningly, she began strolling around the car
again.

"I recall something about a pledge?", Karen finally said calmly.

With a voice filled with exhaustion and resignation, she began. "Miss Karen,
ah, this slut...promises to do what you say and to...try to make you happy..."

"Pet! You sound like a teenager caught necking in the basement! This is a bit
more solemn occasion, don't you think? You are pledging your complete essence
to Me now. You are choosing to give yourself over out of love for others - to
protect them from the pain you know your actions would cause them. That's a
noble thing to do. It might be the best thing you've ever done in your entire
life. So, I would like to hear you say that you accept that you belong to me,
are my property, etcetera. Go ahead. Try again."

Tears began flowing freely over Carol's cheeks. Confronted with what was
expected of her while fully aware of the lack of alternatives, she felt herself
sinking further into this nightmare. Now sobbing, she began again. "This
slut...gives herself over for the use and pleasure of her Mistress. With...no
expectation of reward other than what Mistress may choose, and, no..."

Karen chose to complete the sentence for her. She was growing impatient.
"expectation of ever enjoying her freedom again except through devoted service
to Miss Karen?"

Carol looked up at her. Their eyes met. "and no expectation of...ever enjoying
her freedom again except through devoted service to...Miss Karen." Carol
sighed.

"I think maybe you are starting to get it now, slut!" Karen exclaimed as she
approached. "Put your hands behind your back now."

Karen padlocked the slut's wrists together and got the scissors she had used
earlier off the floor of the garage. Cutting the clothesline that held the
chain leash taught, she noted the expression of relief on the slut's face as the
upward tension between her legs was suddenly abated. The chain remained
embedded in place, though, until Karen pulled it down and out of the slut. She
pulled down on the leash, signaling that she wanted the slut to knee before her.

Carol got to her knees with some difficulty. Her feet were killing her. Miss
Karen gently took her head in her hands and cradled it against her flat stomach,
carefully avoiding touching her nasty, matted hair. Soothingly, Miss Karen
spoke, "Repeat after me. I pledge the full application of my mind, body, and
soul to your satisfaction, Mistress."

Carol repeated the words, if haltingly.

"That is your new pledge, pet. You'll remember it, and each time that you repeat
it, you will kiss my feet as proof of your desire to please me."

Carol nodded slowly. Without instructions she carefully slid her knees backward
on the concrete floor to allow enough space to bend down to kiss her Mistress'
shoes. Her lips touched the tip of each foot in a gentle kiss. Mistress Karen
tugged lightly on the leash, signaling for Carol to rise up to a standing
position.

When their eyes met again, Karen saw, for the first time, that look she knew
signaled the end of the first phase of the process. She smiled and nodded
toward the cage. "You'll be sleeping in your cage tonight, pet. When I am sure
that you can be trusted, you'll be rewarded with better accomodations." Karen
led her slowly across the garage to the cage. She bent to open the door,
saying, "I want you to back your way into it so that you can watch a little TV
before falling asleep."

Carol couldn't believe that she was actually looking at the animal cage with a
sense of relief. The floor was bare metal except for the skirt and blouse
mistress had tossed into it earlier. She simply didn't care. She was
exhausted, filthy, humiliated, sore, and emotionally spent. To be able to
simply lie down and rest was highly appealing to her just then, whether it took
place in a dog cage or a king size bed, she didn't care. She was greatly
relieved and filled with gratitude when Mistress Karen ordered her to kneel,
then removed the high heeled sandals and quickly massaged her aching feet.

Karen helped the slut back her way into the cage, then closed and padlocked the
door. The cage was roomy enough for her to turn over on her side, but she would
essentially be fixed in a fetal position for the night. She popped one of the
interracial porno tapes into the VCR and pressed "play".

"I'm through with you for the evening, slut. I'll be doing some organizing for
a while and I don't expect to hear a peep out of you. I do expect to see you
watching movies until you fall asleep. Do you understand?", Karen asked.

"Yes, Mistress.", Carol answered just before yawning.

"I'll get you up in plenty of time to get ready for work tomorrow." With that,
Karen picked up several of the shopping bags from earlier in the evening before
entering the house. She left the lights on in the garage intentionallly. The
slut had five hours to sleep.



Chapter VIII A New Day

Karen had debated whether she should wait until her new toy had finished
teaching school for the summer before taking her. But, she believed the higher
risk option produced much better results when the subject was forced to
participate in her own separation from her world. She was particularly pleased
with this one and was enjoying herself considerably so far. It could be nerve
wracking to send a newly acquired slave back into her world so soon after moving
into her life. There was always the unpredictability of the human mind to
consider. But, her current acquisition had fallen in love with her the night
before. Karen had seen it in her eyes. The slut had touched and tasted her own
fantasies. Karen could see that the slut was drawing herself in rather than
struggling to get herself out. She wouldn't be a big problem.

Karen had organized everything the night before so that she wouldn't exhibit any
indecision or waste any time this morning. She had made the slut's bed after
laundering the sheets and had slept well on it. She awoke at 5:30 a.m. and
showered quickly. Karen dressed informally, in a pair of khaki shorts, a green
polo shirt, and a pair of canvas boat shoes.

Carol had managed to doze off to the sights and sounds of the interracial porno
movie Miss Karen had told her to watch until she fell asleep. She awoke several
times in the night, mostly when the arm on the side she was laying on went numb.
It took a great deal of effort for her to turn over in the confined space of the
cage, expecially with her wrists locked together behind her back. She had
sweated most of the night because of the high humidity and heat in the garage.
She was sleeping lightly when Miss Karen came through from the house. "Time to
wake up now, pet!", she said in a sympathetic tone of voice.

Carol was still sore from all of the abuse she had suffered the previous
evening, not to mention the stiffness caused by spending the night curled up in
the cage. She was filthy and she smelled badly. She was thirsty and hungry.
For whatever reason, as soon as her eyes saw Miss Karen, she thought of her need
to have an orgasm.

Miss Karen unlocked and opened the cage, then reached in to grasp the leash that
had remained affixed to Carol's collar all night. She momentarily caressed
Carol on her cheek. The touch was so much appreciated by Carol that she longed
for more. Instead, the leash was tugged gently as she struggled to push herself
out onto the concrete floor. Miss Karen then unlocked her wrists and removed
the cuffs, placing the lock and cuffs on top of the cage. "Wha...what time is
it?", Carol asked groggily.

As though bemused, Miss Karen replied quickly, "It's time for you to get on your
feet and to remember your rules. You just broke two, and I am keeping track of
you today. So, it might be best if you concentrate on pleasing me. Do you
understand?"

Less groggily, Carol answered, "Yes, Mistress."

Karen knew she needed to keep everything within a sexual subtext for this one,
so she reached forward and gently stroked the slut's already long nipples
between her thumb and index finger, drawing them still further out. She
marveled at them all over again, appreciating what a curse they would be at
times. She worked them until they were fully distended the inch and one half
that she had seen them grow to the night before. When she knew she had the
slut's attention once again, she turned and led her by the leash through the
house and into the backyard.

Carol followed obediently. It didn't seem to matter what she had been through
or how bad she felt, having her nipples tormented had caused her pussy to begin
flowing again. She would have followed Miss Karen anywhere, leash or not. She
became a bit alarmed when Miss Karen picked up a small crop of some kind from
her buffet table in the hallway leading to the back of the house. She held the
leash in her left hand and the crop in her right, swishing it through the air as
they approached the sliding glass door leading to the back yard. Miss Karen
turned and unclasped the leash from the collar before placing it on a side table
just inside the door. Sliding the door open, she stepped aside and said, "Go
and find your spot, pet, and remember what you were taught yesterday."

Carol couldn't forget a thing about the night before, even if she had tried.
Every second of it was firmly embedded into her memory forever. Completely
naked except for the collar on her neck, Carol moved quickly through the door
and across the pool deck to the grassy area beyond. Finding her reference
points, she located the exact spot Mistress had identified the day before as
"her" spot, and she squatted down on her haunches, completely humiliated once
again, to await the signal to pee. Unfortunately, Miss Karen was no longer at
the door to give her the signal.

Karen took her time filling the three hot water bottles. One was filled with
warm water and mineral oil for the slut's enema. One was filled with a scented
douche solution, and one was filled with icewater straight out of the slut's
refrigerator. They each held two quarts, but Karen only topped off the enema
bag. Attached to all three were plastic hooks on one end for hanging them up,
and hoses with specialty attachments on the other end. Between was a plastic
clamp which controlled the flow of liquid. Karen carried all three out to the
pool house and hung them under the roof overhang where she had secured the slut
the previous evening. She returned to the house to get her morning coffee and a
bottle of hydrogen peroxide. She noted with mild satisfaction that the slut was
maintaining her position well.

Carol, expecting to be able to pee once on "her" spot, was having difficulty
holding back. She watched Mistress carry the sinister looking bags to the pool
house. She had experienced an enema only once when she was a child and
recognized the bags for what they were. She had no clue what was going to
happen, but she was sure she would not like it. The sun hadn't completely risen
yet. Carol liked to sleep in, and was frequently late getting to work. As she
concentrated on staying in position and not peeing, she thought how bizarre it
was that within twenty four hours she had been taken from being a relatively
normal school teacher and wife to a pathetic naked woman squatting in her own
back yard until she could get permission to pee on the grass.

Mistress finally returned carrying a cup of steaming hot coffee, a small bottle
of something, and the little crop. She unfolded a lawn chair and sat on it
under the pool house canopy. Finally, she nodded at Carol. Despite the wait,
she found it difficult to begin to pee with another woman watching. She closed
her eyes and pushed hard, finally getting a dribble started that quickly turned
into a high pressure torrent of golden piss which shot out and forward into the
grass.

When the slut had emptied herself, Karen motioned for her to come. She rose and
walked quite nicely to Karen's location, then assumed her position to await
instructions. Karen sipped the coffee while reaching forward with her little
dog whip to tap the inside of the slut's thighs until she had her legs properly
spread. It would take a while before the dignity would fade. She gently
touched the end of the whip against the slut's seemingly always-wet slit and
elicited a cute little gasp. So fearful was this one of being struck in any way
that the mere hint of it had an effect. Karen smiled.

"How many of those men came in your cunt last night?", Karen asked
inquisitively.

"Two, Miss Karen."

There was more than a hint of shame in her voice. That was good. "How many
came in your ass?"

"One, Miss Karen."

"Oh? And how many came in your slutty mouth?"

"Two, Miss Karen." Carol's head hung low in shame. Her pussy was burning for
attention. Her nipples were so ready to be pinched. She wanted to suck them
herself, right then and there.

"Well then. That adds up to only five. I understood that eight men used you
last night?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"What happened to the other three?"

"One pulled out and came on my pussy, and two came on my face, Miss Karen."

"Hmm. I see. Did you forget that you don't have a pussy? Remember?"

"Oh. Yes. I'm sorry. One pulled out and came on my cunt, Miss Karen."

Karen whipped the dog whip through the air, causing it to whistle. "Turn
around, pet!", she ordered.

Carol found herself instantly petrified. The questioning had been deliciously
humiliating and degrading. But, Mistress was putting her coffee down now,
and...Carol started turning as Mistress rose up, pulling her arm back...

"TTThhhwack!" Karen loved the sound of that particular whip. Even more, she
loved the pitiful little squeel the slut let out when it struck. She was
blubbering as though she had really been hurt. Karen let her blubber as she
stood back to watch bright little welt present itself across the slut's left
cheek. "Good aim", though Karen. She had pride in her ability to place a
strike with most implements within a quarter inch of her target each time.

"Return to your position and stop your whimpering.", Karen whispered harshly.
"You'll wake up the neighbors."

Carol's ass stung fiercly. She had never been struck with a whip or a crop
before. It burned with an intensity she had never felt. It was awful. She
hated it.
Facing Mistress now with her legs spread, she tried her best to regain her
composure as Miss Karen began sipping her coffee again.

"You made me good money yesterday. Twenty bucks per paying customer.", Karen
said as though her words were of little consequence. "Of course, the clerk and
the cameraman were free."

Carol recalled Mistress counting money when she had returned to the car the
night before, but she hadn't put the "rape" and the money together. She had
been enraged when the movie had been presented to her. Being set up as she had
been, and being exposed as a liar - and showing her for the slut she really was
were all bad enough. To now hear that she had been paid for was beyond her
ability to absorb at the moment. She had been fucked and had sucked those men
for money?

Karen allowed it to sink in before beginning again. "I don't want you going to
work today with all of that nasty cum in all of your holes and all over your
body. So, we'll need to clean you inside and out so that I can be proud of you.
Who knows, if all goes well today, I might just make use of you myself!"

The last comment made Carol forget about being prostituted to the men at the
video store, at least for the moment.

Karen could see the change in her attitude. She had gotten the slut's attention
refocused quite well. Motioning toward the outdoor shower stall at the end of
the poolhouse, she ordered the slut to rinse herself off with hot water, then to
come back and get into position. Karen stood to go into the house. She needed
to refresh her coffee and retrieve a few more things.

When Karen returned she was satisfied to see the slut back in position,
glistening and looking much brighter since the quick rinse. Approaching from
behind, Karen noted that the stripe she had placed on the slut's ass was fading
quickly.
She was tempted to add a few more, imagining what three diagonal welts would
look like on each flank. No sense in traumatizing the poor thing with violence
when the cleansing would be troubling enough. How people could subject
themselves to such things Karen couldn't understand. But, she was sure that was
how it was meant to be. Some were dominant, some were submissive, and what was
left over wasn't worth dealing with.

Karen was carrying a kitchen trash bag containing a bottle of Nair and the
smallest of the three anal plugs the slut had bought the night before during her
big adventure. Karen had found a tube of KY jelly when she had emptied the
medicine cabinet and brought it along too, as well as a bar of soap and a scrub
brush with stiff bristles and a long handle that Karen knew must have belonged
to the slut's husband. It was much too tough for a woman's skin, and it was
perfect. She also brought the slut's toothbrush and toothpaste as well as a
fresh safety razor.

Karen dropped the bag next to the lawn chair and carefully placed her hot coffee
on a small plastic table that sat over against the side of the structure.
Turning toward the slut, she took hold of her wrists and gently guided them
straight out from her body so that her arms were completely exended out from
either side, perfectly parallel with the ground. Bending to pick up the
hydrogen peroxide she had brought out earlier, Karen held it up for the slut to
see. "We're going to sanitize your mouth with this peroxide."

With that, Karen unscrewed the cap and held the bottle up to the slut's lips.
She poured enough in to fill the slut's mouth, then told her to hold it in and
swish it around. Next, Karen held up the large bottle of Nair. Shaking it, she
said, "You'll be kept completely hairless from your head down. Not so much as a
little peach fuzz should be found anywhere on your body. I am going to spread
this stuff on every inch of you. The instructions say to wait four minutes
before rinsing. We will wait ten. If at any time you feel burning or
irritation you are to request permission to speak, then tell me so. Do you
understand?"

Miss Karen wasn't waiting for an answer. Carol nodded and replied hesitantly,
"Yes, Miss Karen." Shaving the hair from her pussy the night before had made
her conscious of it every second since then. Even now, standing as she was with
her bald pussy exposed to her Mistress, she could not help but sense that her
horniness seemed to override all reason. She hadn't shaved her legs in a few
days, but she wasn't sure what hair Miss Karen was thinking of until...

Karen took hold of the slut's fingertips on her right hand and squirted a
liberal amount of the Nair up her arm to her shoulder. She worked it in well,
including the backs of her fingers. The slut wasn't particularly hairy. What
little hair there was on her forearms and fingers was completely normal. But,
Karen didn't want any at all. The slut looked worried and confused, but that
was of no concern as long as she stayed still and let it happen. Karen moved
over to the left arm and slathered it with the cream.

Carol felt like an animal. Miss Karen was spreading the stuff over her body so
quickly and efficiently that it reminded her of how she used to give her
mother's dog a bath when she was a young girl. She completed both arms, then
her back from the neck down to her waist. When she squirted the stuff over
Carol's chest, it led to nothing more than a clinical application of ointment.
Carol enjoyed the few seconds it took to cover her breasts and nipples, but she
would have preferred a bit of special attention there. Finally, Miss Karen was
squirting out and spreading the last of the cream over both her feet. The
entire process must have taken less than a minute or two.

Carol was worried that someone would notice her hairless arms. Nothing about
her seemed to slip by her students. They had been observing her closely as she
taught them for an entire school year. What would she say if one of them asked
what happened?

"Get over there on all fours now, slut!", Karen ordered as she wiped her hands
on a pool towel.

Carol moved quickly. Miss Karen was suddenly sounding impatient, and that was
alarming. She didn't need another swat. Once in position, she was told to spit
out the hydrogen peroxide and was handed her toothbrush and toothpaste.

"Brush your teeth now, quickly!"

Staying on all fours, Carol managed to hold herself up with one arm while she
brushed with the other. She scrubbed her teeth well, as always. It felt good
to have them clean again. Miss Karen snatched the brush from her hand and threw
it on the deck, kicking the tube of toothpaste away from her as well.

Karen spread a bit of the KY jelly on two of the attachments that were dangling
at the end of the rubber tubes that hung from each suspended bag. The first she
quickly inserted into the slut's cunt, then pushed the second past her sphincter
and into her ass. She presented the third attachment to the slut's lips.
"Open.", she ordered before pushing it in and telling the slut to hold it in
place with her teeth.

Turning to wipe the KY off her hands, she took up the dog whip again and sliced
it back and forth through the air a few times to ensure the bitch understood
that it was time to concentrate. "I've carefully measured the quantities in
each of the bags, slut. I know that you can accept all that I am going to put
into you. Unfortunately you are going to cramp up and find it quite unpleasant.
But, I am going to sip my coffee and don't expect to have to get up until the
bags are empty and you are full. If I do get up, it will be all the worse for
you. You are allowed to move around what little you can as long as all of the
tubes stay in you and you don't spill a drop. Do you understand?"

"Weff Mifftuss", Carol replied, keeping the tube clamped between her teeth. She
suddently felt warm water flowing slowly into her bowels, followed by a warm
flowing going into her pussy. The water that then started flowing into her
mouth was ice cold. Carol was thirsty.

"You are to drink every bit of your water, pet.", Karen instructed as she turned
to sit down. Her coffee hadn't lost much of it's heat, so she leaned back in
the lawn chair and watched her new slave suffer the pain and humiliation of
taking a full gallon of water into her body while the hair removal cream did
it's work. Karen was efficient and always kept the slave's comfort so far down
her priority list that it was rarely considered. It was a beautiful morning!
The coffee was great. Slut would be just as she wanted her in a few minutes.

It was more than an odd sensation for Carol to be drinking icewater into her
body while two bags of warm water were flowing into her vagina and ass. When
the first cramp in her bowels hit, she was shocked at how painful it was.
Crying quietly, she tried lowering her head to accommodate the flow better and
moved around a bit otherwise, hoping to discover a way of minimizing her
discomfort. Nothing worked, but the cramp gradually went away for a short while
before presenting itself again. She was desperately trying to hold her pussy
closed as it filled. She knew she would not be able to hold back the pressure
there much longer. She tried to keep swallowing steadily through it all, but
even that was proving to be difficult. Tears streamed down over her cheeks.
She turned to look toward Miss Karen, and saw only amusement looking back. Such
cruelty she had never witnessed. Carol could never casually watch another
person suffer while she sipped coffee. Carol focused on the dog whip, which
Miss Karen was tapping against her own thigh as though she were anxious to use
it. It was small and light, but frightening enough to keep her in place,
soaking up water like a human sponge.

Karen had finished her coffee by the time she heard the three bags begin to
gurgle in succession, indicating that their contents had been fully
redistributed. The slut's belly hung low, distended by it's contents. Water
dripped steadily out of her cunt but she continued to exert herself in the
struggle to keep it tightly closed. Karen tilted her head to get a better view
of the slut's breasts and nipples as they hung beneath her. They would be so
much fun to abuse in a few days. She had been thinking of something especially
creative to do with those nipples.

Before getting up, Karen set her empty coffee cup down and dumped out the
garbage bag, spilling the anal plug, soap, scrub brush, and razor onto the deck.
She rose and carried the bag over to the slut. One by one, she gently tugged
each of the three attachments out of Carol and handed her the bag. "Crawl to
your spot, slut. Squat over the bag and collect all of your nasty business in
it. Seal the bag and put it in the trash can, then rinse off the Nair in the
shower. When I come back out I'll expect you to be in your ready position right
here. Now go!"

Karen strolled casually into the house to refill her coffee and take a bathroom
break. She knew the slut would be fully occupied in trying to expel all of the
liquid Karen had squeezed into her. The poor thing would have to pee all day
long after drinking so much water. She would certainly feel clean, though.
Clean and smooth.

Carol was crying openly in her back yard, on her "spot". She was squatting on
her haunches trying to keep a plastic bag situated so that everything that
spilled out of her could be caught in it. It was horrible and there was
abolutely nothing good about what was happening to her. To be so callously
abused by being filled up like a water balloon made her feel completely
helpless. She couldn't get all of the stuff to come out of her easily. Each
time she thought she was through she would feel another urge coming and expel
even more. It was disgusting. She envisioned her neighbors, a retired couple,
listening to the rude sounds emanating from her yard and wondering what in the
world was going on over there. She was worried that she would not get it all
out and complete rinsing off the cream before Miss Karen returned. She was
worried about the dog whip. She was worried about being late for school, and if
anyone would notice her hairless arms. She was worried about everything.
Nothing was secure for Carol anymore. She knew nothing beyond the range of her
most recent instructions.

She stayed on her spot until she was absolutely sure she had completely emptied
herself into the bag. Tying the end of it in a knot, she carried it very
carefully to the trash can at the corner of the yard beside the gate that led to
the driveway. The hot water was a real pleasure even though she hurried to
rinse off the cream. It had dried into a film that wasn't easy to remove, so
she had to briskly rub her hands over every area she could reach to get it all
off. Peeking out of the shower stall, she was relieved to see Miss Karen had
not reentered the back yard. Carol quickly padded over to the location she was
expected to be in and assumed the waiting position. The sun had risen enough to
cast a yellow early morning glow over the back yard. A few minutes passed
before she heard the glass door slide open.

Karen checked the slut over very closely, looking for any semblance of even the
smallest hair on her body. She found a few on the back of her hands and her
forearms, and directed her to shave them off with the razor she had brought out
earlier for just that purpose. She knew such a close examination was difficult
for the slut, both in terms of her dignity as well as her desire. Karen knew
when she had her property purring, and this one was revved up. She appreciated
that certain moment when a female was known to be at the height of her desire.
The slightly swollen labia, hard nipples atop a rising and falling chest, the
frequent licking of the lips and eyelash batting. It was mesmerizing to watch.
Karen would have her time soon enough. For now, though, she had a newly hair
free slave to scrub down. "Go to the shower stall and wet yourself down, pet.",
she ordered.

Carol hurried off as ordered and doused herself with warm water. Mistress
followed closely behind her, carrying the soap and scrub brush. She handed them
both to Carol, telling her to wash her hair with the soap, then to lather up the
brush. When this had been done, Mistress took the stiff brush and began
scrubbing every inch of Carol's soft skin with it. It was coarse and it hurt,
but Carol endured it because her Mistress didn't give her any other option. She
was certainly getting clean, she rationalized. The areas Miss Karen scrubbed
reddened quickly and faded back to Carol's normal skin color very slowly.

Again, Carol felt like a dog being washed by it's owner. There was no
consideration of her feelings or her comfort. She was simply being scrubbed
down in the back yard because she was dirty and needed to be made clean. The
brush was excruciating whem Miss Karen forced it between Carol's spread legs and
across her breasts. The pain brought tears to Carol's eyes, but she remained
silent through it all. That was remarkable even to her.

After giving the slut a good, thorough scrubbing, Karen ordered her to rinse
off. She retrieved the anal plug and the KY jelly and handed them both to the
slut. "You'll be wearing this plug in your ass today, slut. Besides constantly
reminding you of me and your need to please me, it will also initiate the
process of making your ass more pleasant to fuck."

Carol stood, dumbfounded.

"Hesitate much longer and we'll have a conversation with my friend Mr.
Dogwhip!", Karen announced happily.

Carol's emotions had been on a rollercoaster ride ever minute she had spent with
Miss Karen. Now, her heart sunk as she experienced another event in which she
had to degrade herself to follow an order. It wasn't that big. She was sure
she could handle it...the whip...that was worse. Much worse. She didn't want
to be whipped again. Never again. Spreading the KY onto the plug, she crouched
a bit as she reached around and eased it into her ass until the circumference
narrowed at it's base and it nestled itself nicely into her. She was surprised.
There was only a little pain at first. Other than that, it felt kind of good
even though she was still sore from the night before.

Karen could see the makings of a future anal queen. The slut had hesitated
only long enough to decide she didn't want whipped. Once over that hurdle, she
quite readily inserted the thing into herself. Her facial expression was closer
to contentment than revulsion or disgust. "It's always worse thinking about
things, pet. Doing without thinking is how you will save yourself a lot of
distress."

"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol answered uncertainly.

"Say it for me, slut. Doing without thinking will save me distress."

"Um. Doing without thinking will save me...distress, Miss Karen."

"Try again, correctly."

Concentrating, Carol responded, "Doing without thinking will save...this
slut...distress, Miss Karen." She was rewarded with a broad, genuine smile.
Her Mistress was beautiful, she decided. Miss Karen patted her on the head,
then took her by the hand. Turning toward the house, she led her through the
sliding door and straight to the guest bathroom. Being led by the hand was
electrifying for Carol. She had no idea how or why it had such an effect on
her. Perhaps it was the first time she felt herself voluntarily submitting to
her Mistress out of desire to please her and to be with her rather than as a
result of blackmail or a threat. The plug in her ass moved around deliciously
as she walked. Her nipples betrayed her, as they always did. Miss Karen
noticed.

"I'll be keeping some of your supplies in this room, and I have other uses for
it, as well." Karen smiled and winked at the slut, relishing the blush that
nicely complimented those fabulous nipples. Karen then ordered her to open the
medicine cabinet.

When Carol had first entered the guest bathroom she noticed that every hint of
decoration had been removed. For some reason the toilet seat was gone. There
was absolutely nothing left in the room that she could see. As she was opening
the medicine cabinet she suddenly thought of Megan. Megan! Oh, God! What
would happen? Oh, God!

Carol struggled to maintain her composure and to focus on Miss Karen's words as
thoughts of Megan ran through her mind. She saw the hair coloring Miss Karen
had chosen the night before, as well as a single tube of lipstick and a half
full bottle of Chanel. That's all that was in the cabinet. Megan!

Miss Karen reached around her and grasped the bottle of perfume. "Put the
lipstick on, slut.", she ordered as she began spraying the Chanel on the slut's
neck, behind her ears, her wrists, her belly, and her inner thighs. Carol
applied the crimson red lipstick carefully. She was conscious of the fact that
her Mistress was practically dousing her in the perfume, but her mind was fully
on Megan.

Her little sister had just graduated from high school up north and had arrived a
few days prior to spend a couple of weeks with Carol. She had a friend who
lived in Orlando and had left the night before to make the three hour drive to
stay a couple of days with her. She had slipped out without saying goodbye
sometime after Carol had first left to go visit her new neighbor. What would
happen when she came back? She had a key to the house! Carol couldn't believe
she had forgotten about Megan.

Mistress had stepped out but soon returned with a comb. Carol had finished
applying the lipstick and had put the perfume back in the medicine cabinet after
it had been handed to her. Miss Karen inspected her lips carefully. "Good job.
Now, you may comb your hair with this to get the tangles out, but I am not
permitting you to style your hair, brush it, or anything else. Do you
understand?"

"Yes, Mistress.", Carol answered flatly.

Karen snapped her fingers in front of the slut's face. "Earth to slut! Is
anybody home in there?", she asked mockingly. "Were you thinking again?"

Carol couldn't tell the truth. She had to sort things out to decide what to do
about Megan. Maybe she could call her. She had the number written down
somewhere...on the fridge, she thought. "Uh. Sorry, Mistress. This slut will
do better."

"I am keeping count of your errors today, slut. Don't forget that there will be
a price paid for each one. I believe you are adding them up much more quickly
than you know!"

Carol dropped her head in defeat. She was down. Her sister...her baby sister.
She dragged the comb through her hair unenthusiastically. She knew what it
looked like and didn't even want to see herself in the mirror. She never wore
red lipstick. Her hair would be flat and colorless since she had only washed it
with soap.

Karen could see that some kind of transformation in attitude had taken place.
"Put the comb down. On your knees, slut. NOW!"

Carol was stunned out of her doldrums and dropped to her kneeling position.
Instantly she felt her nipples stirring again and the warmth grow between her
legs. She hated that she was so easily turned on by a quick demand. She still
didn't understand it. Everything was so confusing...

"Pledge?"

"This...slut pledges the full application of her mind, body, and soul to her
Mistress' satisfaction.", Carol said, somewhat reverently.

Karen noted the improvements the slut had made in the wording since the night
before. She must have spent some time thinking about her pledge, which was
good. "I want to see you suck those nipples of yours, slut. Do it."

Oh, no. Carol thought. She could almost bring herself to orgasm when she
licked her own nipples. It was one of her secret, favorite things to do...it
was so...private, so...important to her...she...bent her head down toward her
right breast and gently lifted it with both hands toward her mouth. She easily
took the length of the nipple between her teeth and nipped lightly at it,
swirling her tongue around it and sucking it hard. She moaned quickly and
loudly, feeling herself becoming wetter by the second. Afraid of being told to
stop, she quickly took up her left breast to ensure it got some attention.
After being denied pleasure for so long she was hungry for it, even if she had
to give it to herself, on her knees, naked, on the guest bathroom floor,
with...Mistress watching.

Karen immediately regretting turning the animal loose in the slut. Not because
she couldn't undo it, but because it had quickly gotten her aroused beyond the
point where she wanted to be at seven o'clock in the morning. She did not
interrupt her own plans once she made them, barring unexpected circumstances. A
bit of horniness wouldn't cause her to jeopardize the slut's making it to work
on time. She grasped the slut by her hair and jerked her head back to an
upright position. "Enough!", she shouted to ensure she got full attention.

When she pulled the slut to her feet, she was amused to see how much lipstick
the slut had left behind on her nipples. She decided to leave it there. It
would make the day more interesting for the both of them. Again, she took the
slut by her hand and led her into the garage to get her dressed.

Carol was truly suffering. Her pussy was hot and flowing freely down her
thighs. She was desperate. At that moment, Megan was a long way from her
immediate concern, which was to have an orgasm. Mistress practically dragged
her to the garage and told her to get the TV and VCR off her car. Carol did so
with difficulty. It proved she was much weaker than her Mistress, who had no
problem lifting them onto the car the night before. The scratch was worse than
Carol had first thought, but...she just wanted to cum.

Karen chose a pair of black thigh-high stockings with elastic tops for the slut
to wear. She sifted through the bag full of shoes until she found a pair of
slutty looking platform clogs. They were black, quite high, and with a rounded
toe. She tossed the clogs and stockings onto the floor in front of the slut and
told her to put them on. Karen pulled out the blouse and skirt that the slut
had slept on inside the cage the night before. They were wrinkled and they
smelled of sweat. Karen tossed them on the floor and told the slut to put them
on, as well. She left the garage to retrieve a couple of items she was
equipping her slave with for the day.

Carol was shocked that Mistress actually wanted her to put the nasty skirt and
blouse on. It had been embarassing enough to buy them at the thrift store.
Wearing them would be an entirely different matter. She couldn't! She just
couldn't! She couldn't but she was soon enough into them and doing her best to
make herself look presentable by trying to smooth out some of the wrinkles. The
blouse was white polyester, worn so thin that it was practically see-through.
Carol buttoned it up to her neck in front. The skirt was simply frumpy. It was
an unfashionable knee length and contained a number of small snags and loose
seams. The clogs were much better than the sandals she had been forced to wear
for so long the night before. They were not what she normally wore to teach
school, though. And, they were by no means comfortable.

The slut looked very apprehensive when Karen returned with the items. She
handed the slut a small purse. "This contains a new cellphone for you. You'll
answer it when it rings, no matter what you are doing or where you are. You'll
also use it to call me to get permission to use the restroom. I'll be here most
of the day, so you had better hope you can reach me when you need to go. Do you
understand?"

The tears were coming again. "Yes, Mistress."

"Good." Karen then held up what looked like an antique choker with a large
black opal centered in a rather gaudy silver mount. "This!", she smiled
broadly, "is a wonderful little piece of equipment!" She stepped behind the
slut and quickly passed it around her neck and fastened it in place. "This is
worth more than you are. It contains a video and audio transmitter that will
enable me to accompany you throughout the day...by remote! If you try to take
it off you'll find yourself incapacitated. People will think you had a seizure
of some kind and you won't be worth a thing to anybody then. It even has a GPS
marker so that I can see where you are in the school at any given time. I love
it! I'll be watching and listening to you perform all day, so you had best be
on your toes. I'll be counting your mistakes, pet."

Carol cried silently. It was terrible. Worse than last night. The people she
would see today knew her. Oh!

"Now, you are not to eat or drink anything today. You may not touch yourself.
You will obey any instructions you get. You will leave work immediately after
your last class and drive to the thrift store we got your nice outfit from last
night and wait in the car there until further instructions. Do you understand
all of this?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Karen handed the slut her keys, which still contained the now obsolete
housekeys, and strode over to the wall to activate the automatic garage door
opener.

Suddenly snapping out of her daze, Carol quickly hopped in the car and backed
out. She was petrified that one of the neigbors would see what was going on in
her garage and wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.

Karen started brewing another pot of coffee while she flipped on her remote
observation unit. She watched the slut drive away from the vantage point of her
throat. What a wonderful life, Karen thought. What a great day today would be!



Chapter IX Carol's Workday

Carol hadn't driven a block before the cellphone in her handbag started to ring.
She hadn't used it before and was unfamiliar with it. It took a few seconds of
fumbling before she was able to answer. "Hello?"

"I forgot a few things, pet. I'll be the only one calling you on this phone, so
you should answer by saying "Yes, Miss Karen?". I want it answered that way
quickly, whenever it rings. Do you understand?"

"Uh. Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol replied, trying to concentrate on the road.

It was delightful for Karen to toy with the slut while watching from the unique
vantage point of the choker mounted on her throat. Karen chuckled to herself.
She would call the device her "chokercam". She planned to try out a small
earpiece that would fit within the slut's ear, enabling her to hear Karen
whenever she chose to communicate a message. That would be when she could
really get inside the slut's head. For the time being, the cellphone would do a
fine job of keeping her on edge and ensuring she was constantly mindful of who
had control of her.

"You'll also need to unbutton the top three buttons on your blouse. You didn't
think you'd get away with buttoning up like that, did you?"

"Nnno. No, Miss Karen. This slut apologizes." Carol was starting to feel her
heart rising into her throat. Unbuttoning would make it difficult for her...as
if it wasn't bad enough...to conceal that she wasn't wearing a bra under the
nasty, thin white blouse.

"So, I'll add that little example of stupidity to the list for today." Karen
could see on the monitor that the car had stopped at an intersection.
"Unbutton now, slut, and adjust your mirror so I can see that you've done it."

Carol quickly unbuttoned the top three buttons, feeling self conscious to be
doing so in broad daylight on her way to work. She adjusted the rear view
mirror until Miss Karen could see the reflection of her chest.

"Good girl. Another thing before you pull out. I don't want you sitting down
at all today, except, obviously, in the car. But, while you're driving, you
need to pull that skirt up and sit your bare ass on the seat. Do it now."

As Carol lifted her hips to tug the skirt up around her waist, she noticed in
her side view mirror that a car had pulled in behind her. There were no other
cars in the intersection. Her seatbelt was in the way, so she had to unfasten
it. She knew the other driver would quickly get impatient with her since there
was no reason why she shouldn't go through the intersection. She also didn't
want it to be obvious what she was doing. With increasing frustration, she
managed to get the skirt pulled up and the seatbelt back on. She proceeded
through the intersection and picked up the cellphone.

"Okay, Miss Karen. I did it. Ah, this slut lifted her skirt up, Miss Karen."
There was nobody there. A brief wave of panic washed over Carol. Had she
accidentally hung up on Miss Karen? The sensation of sitting directly on the
seat was having an effect on her that she would just as soon have done without
while on her way to work. She felt extremely exposed, even though she really
wasn't. The plug was pushing into her and her pussy was wet yet again. She
nearly jumped when the cellphone rang again.

"Yes, Miss Karen?", she correctly answered.

"You hung up on me you stupid slut!", Karen hissed into the phone. "Lose
another button!"

Carol's heart was beating so rapidly she felt short of breath. Oh, God. How
could she ever survive this? "Yes, Miss Karen.", she answered respectfully.
She undid the fourth button on the blouse, realizing she would now be totally
unable to appear to be anywhere near respectable. It was with considerable
relief that she heard Miss Karen hang up.

Carol pulled into the teacher's parking lot feeling like she stood at the edge
of a bottomless chasm. She sat in the car for a few seconds to gather her wits.
She hadn't been able to consider what to do about Megan. Her little sister
couldn't come back after her visit to Orlando with all of this...this...decadent
activity going on. She shut off the car and put the cellphone in the small
handbag before climbing out and locking the car. She tucked the blouse into the
skirt in front as tightly as she could get it in an attempt to keep the blouse
from opening up on top. She hadn't worn the slutty clogs for several years.
She was really trying to get used to them as she walked across the parking lot.
If she was awkward on them it would only attract unwanted attention. Maybe she
could make it through the day. Maybe at lunchtime she could figure out what to
do about her little sister.

Karen watched the monitor closely to time her next call. She wanted the slut
just inside the doors. She dialed quickly when she saw that the slut was
approaching the entrance to the school.

Carol thought her heart would explode when she heard the cellphone ring just as
she entered the school. The administrative offices were to her immediate right.
There would be people coming and going out of there. She wanted to avoid
everyone she could. She kept walking while she opened the handbag and took out
the cellphone. "Yes, Miss Karen?", she answered quietly.

"Are there mirrors in the teacher's restroom?", Karen asked.

Oh, God. "Yes, Miss Karen."

"Go there now."

Carol turned around. The female teacher's restroom was in the administrative
offices section. She would have to go in. Mary, the school secretary, would be
there at the counter sipping coffee. Carol decided not to think about it, to
just go through the door like it was a normal morning. Luckily, Mary wasn't
looking up when Carol passed through. She strode quickly through the small
lobby and into the restroom and was relieved to find herself alone. She walked
over to one of the sinks and waited for Mistress to say something.

Karen was delighted to see the stricken look on the slut's face. She had a good
view of her as the mirrors covered the entire wall behind the restroom sinks.
"Take me on a tour of one of the stalls, slut."

"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol answered. Turning, she entered the first stall and
closed the door behind her.

"How many stalls are there?", Karen asked.

"Six, Miss Karen."

"This is the first stall?"

"Yes, Miss Karen."

"Good. This is your stall, slut. If I give you permission to pee, you'll come
in this stall and remove your blouse and skirt, and you'll pee while standing
up. If I give you permission to get a drink of water, this is where you will
drink it from. Do you understand?"

Tears welled up in Carol's eyes. She didn't know how she could make it through
the day. "Yes, Miss Karen."

"Good, now be an obedient little slut and go out to the mirror and show me those
luscious nipples of yours!"

"Miss Karen! I can't do...This slut can't do that! Someone will..."

"You'd rather have me email some photos to the school office today then?", Karen
replied. "I think you are making it worse for yourself by thinking, pet."

Carol hesitated. Maybe she could get away with it. She left the stall and
stood before the large mirror. She held the phone to her ear with her right
hand and nervously opened the blouse to reveal her hardened nipples. Carol was
shocked to see how much lipstick she had left behind on them after being made to
suck them earlier. They were prominent enough as it was, but now their
coloration would make them even more noticeable through the thin fabric of the
old blouse. She looked around for a paper towel. If she could just wipe them
off quickly...

Karen could see that opening the fourth button had been a mistake. The front of
the slut's blouse was practically open all the way to her waist. That would not
do. She couldn't push things to the point that her intentions might be
compromised. "You had better button up two buttons, slut. You're going to make
a spectacle of yourself."

Hearing those words produced such a sense of gratitude in Carol that she sighed
aloud. "Oh! Thank you Miss Karen!", she exclaimed. She felt as though she had
been given a valuable gift. Maybe she could make it through the day afterall.
She did not hesitate for a second.

"Before I leave you alone for a while, you'll need to lift that skirt and show
me your cunt.", Karen said as though she were bored.

Carol's relief was short lived as her apprehension that someone might walk in
grew stronger with each moment that passed. She reached down and grasped the
hem with her left hand and lifted it slowly, concentrating on any sounds outside
the door so that she could drop it quickly if need be. She had to gather the
material up as she raised it to allow Miss Karen a clear view of her...bald,
wet, hot pussy. She looked at herself in the mirror, along with her tormentor.
What she saw was not the school teacher that had been in the building on Friday.
It was something else, something entirely different.

"I'll be in touch.", Karen announced before disconnecting the call. She noted
with interest that the slut maintained her position for a few seconds after she
had hung up. She looked a bit mesmerized.

Karen poured herself a cup of coffee and went out to the back yard to straighten
up a bit. She hadn't been sure how much time there would be to spare that
morning so hadn't had the slut clean up. There was never a good excuse for
leaving things untidy. She left the monitor behind, disinterested in following
the slut's every step throughout the day. That would be more boredom than she
could bear.

Carol snapped out of her brief daze and smoothed out the natty skirt she had
been made to wear. She replaced the cellphone in the otherwise empty handbag,
and proceeded to her homeroom class. She was relieved that Mary had left her
usual perch at the front counter at least long enough for her to pass through
the adminsitrative lobby unnoticed.

The students were an entirely different situation, however. Normally, Carol
would sit at her desk as the students trickled in. She would grade papers or
write memos to herself - anything to pass the time. This morning, however, she
was not allowed to sit. The room was empty when she arrived, so she tugged her
stockings up to get them adjusted and did the best she could at straightening
out her blouse and skirt. Her hair was flat and dull. Without makeup other
than the bright red lipstick, she knew the students would notice. She wasn't
worried about the noticing part. The problem that concerned her was what if
they asked her about it? She paced back and forth across the room in the slutty
platform clogs, thinking through different scenarios to come up with the best
possible answers. She was scared to death that Miss Karen would call her while
she was in front of a class. Maybe the best she could do about that was to put
it out of her mind.

Karen's idea of straightening the back yard involved little more than
transferring everything that had been left out there into the garage, where she
dumped it in a heap on the floor. The morning was already oppressively hot, so
she opted to stay in the house and went to the kitchen to have a bagel.

The homeroom period lasted only ten minutes. Carol was very relieved that the
kids seemed to be focused on each other rather than her. She had noticed a
couple of double-takes and was sure some curiosity had been aroused, but was
simply thankful none of them had said, "Hey, Miss Sizemore, what's with the
lipstick?", or "What happened to your hair?" All the while she waited for such
questions to come at her, she had to pace slowly back and forth, doing her best
to keep her breasts from bouncing and struggling to keep her mind on anything
other than her pussy, nipples, and the plug that was beginning to feel kind of
nice in her ass.

Her first class was a different situation. All eyes were focused on her
throughout, and she noted questions in each one of them. She felt completely
naked at the front of the classroom, and was sure they all knew she wasn't
wearing a bra. She was able to concentrate on the lesson plan she had intended
to write when her weekend had started the previous Friday afternoon. Things
happen, though. Like when your new neighbor moves in and turns you into
a...a...whatever.

When the first period ended one of her better female students waited until most
of the others had left before asking "Miss Sizemore" if she was okay. Carol
answered that she was fine. The girl mentioned that she noticed Carol hadn't
worn her wedding ring and that maybe...But Carol had answered that she was doing
a lot of cleaning around the house and that she had taken her rings off to keep
from damaging them. It seemed to be a good enough excuse.

The quart of water that she had been forced to drink that morning was beginning
to find its way to her bladder by halfway through the second period. That was a
problem, a real problem. She knew she seemed distracted through the last half
of the class, and she was. She had no idea how to get permission from Miss
Karen to go pee. The instructions she had received earlier regarding how she
was to pee when given permission gave her enough incentive to hold out for as
long as possible, but this was one of those times where she had to go...so much
was flowing through her system that she had to get rid of it.

She had no idea how she managed to make it through the period, but as soon as
the bell rang she was dialing her home number on the cellphone Miss Karen had
given her. She stepped over into the corner of the room, ignoring the students
as they filed out. Carol squeezed her legs together as tightly as possible, not
sure if she could even make it to the restroom if she could get permission. Her
phone was ringing...

Karen had just finished her third cup of coffee and was looking through the
refrigerator for some juice when the phone rang. Of course she wasn't going to
answer it, but she did look at the monitor to see what was happening. Sure
enough, it was the slut calling. The "chokercam" showed a wide angle view from
the level of the slut's throat, and Karen could see she had the cellphone
pressed against her jaw. She seemed to be standing in a corner. The answering
machine finally picked up. Karen laughed out loud when she heard how long the
slut's message was. Obviously she needed to pee. Karen was surprised it had
taken this long for her to get desperate enough to call. Now the slut was
recording a message on her own machine that was hilarious to Karen.
"MissssKaren thisslut has to peeeee! Please answer please!"

Karen found a quart of orange juice and casually poured herself a glass while
the slut hung up. She could see the class was beginning to fill with students.
This was the sort of story she liked to tell when she got together with her
friends and associates. They knew her to be diabolical. She was that, and she
loved that about herself. She sat down at the table, reaching for her
cellphone.

Given the choice of violating the school's policy against the use of cellphones
during school hours or peeing on the floor in front of a classroom full of
students, Carol opted for the former when the cellphone started beeping. She
answered it so quickly that many of the students noticed that she seemed highly
agitated. Luckily for her they were noisy enough this morning that she could
answer properly without them hearing her. "YesssMisssKaren?"

Sounding as though she resented this interruption to her peaceful day, Karen
barked into the cellphone, "You may go to the restroom now, slut!", and hung up.
Snapping the phone closed, Carol announced to the now full classroom, "I'll be
right back, class!", as she scurried out the door and into the hallway. She was
fully aware that her breasts were bouncing freely behind the flimsy material of
the old polyester blouse. It was a fair trade, she thought as she nearly ran
down the hall toward the administrative offices.

She burst through the door and dashed across the lobby area so quickly that Mary
nearly spilled her late morning coffee. "What in the world?", she exclaimed
just as Carol passed through the ladies room door. Carol knew she was dribbling
and only feared now that she would not make it into the stall. She was pulling
the blouse up over her head even as she entered the stall and barely managed to
unzip and push the skirt down far enough to step out of it before the torrent of
urine that she had held back so desperately began to splash off the rim of the
toilet. She stepped forward, straddling the toilet and crouching slightly to
keep the piss from running down her thighs. Just as she got herself centered
over the bowl she heard the restroom door swing open. It was Mary.

"Carol! Are you all ri....What in the world?"

Mary was a loud and obnoxious gossip in the best of circumstances. These were
not the best of circumstances. Carol clasped the blouse to her breasts. She
hadn't had time to close the stall door. She knew if Mary approached..."SHIT!",
Carol's mind screamed. The cellphone had slipped out of her hand, bounced off
her right foot, and was skidding across the tile floor in the direction of the
door.

Mary could hear splashing inside the stall, and could plainly see Carol's feet
facing the wrong direction under the stall. Now, a cellphone was sliding toward
her on the floor. She bent to pick it up. As she stepped forward to look into
the open stall, the cellphone rang. What was Carol doing peeing like that? Why
was she standing up? Why was she naked? What was that she had up her...? Mary
loved every second of it. How many people could she tell about this by
lunchtime? Mary looked down at the cellphone. Carol was in no condition to
answer it. She flipped it open, standing at the end of the open stall.
"Hello?"

Karen was taken aback by the fact that the voice did not belong to the slut's.
All she could see on the monitor was the back wall of the toilet stall. She had
seen with considerable enjoyment that the slut had remembered to get naked, and
that she was standing. The cellphone had been visible as the slut ran down the
hallway and into the restroom, but had been out of sight since...she must have
dropped it. "Carol? Is this Carol Sizemore?"

"No, and I'm glad it's not, cause she is having some kind of problem here!",
Mary exclaimed loudly enough, Carol thought, for everyone in the school to have
heard it. Carol was crushed. Destroyed.

"Oh, Dear. Who is this?", Karen asked.
"This is Mary. I'm the school's administrative secretary."

"I see. What...what is the trouble Carol is having? I'm her o.b.g.y.n.", Karen
asked calmly. She could hear the ignorant woman inhaling deeply on the other
end.

"Well, she's peeing over a toilet here at the school, and she doesn't have any
clothes on, and she...she's crying, and..."

"Oh, no. I told her not to work today, Mary. She has a severe infection as
well as a nasty intestinal virus. You may not want to get too close to her."

Mary instinctively took a step back. The hyponchondriac in her was announcing
that she had had enough of this. Time to go sanitize her hands after touching
the cellphone of a sick person. "Oh, okay. Bye." Mary put the cellphone down
and retreated toward the door. "I'll go get Amanda for you, Carol. She'll know
how to help."

Carol didn't need the help of the school nurse. She needed to die, right then
and there. It was a relief when the stream became a dribble, then a drip. She
turned to look out of the stall and saw her reflection in the mirror. Oh, God.
The anal plug was plainly visible the way she was standing...Mary...Oh, God.
Carol saw the open cellphone on the counter, but needed to get redressed before
Amanda arrived. She pulled the blouse down over her head and stepped into the
skirt. It was damp, actually, wet, from the initial rush that Carol hadn't been
able to get to fall into the toilet bowl. She pulled it up and quickly zipped
it, smoothing everything out as best she could. What had Miss Karen said to
Mary? Oh, God. What had she said?

Watching the monitor, Karen saw that the slut had redressed and was now stepping
toward the cellphone.

"Miss Karen?", Carol asked.

Remarkable. Even under such circumstances the slut was remembering. "Listen
carefully, slut. I told Mary I was your o.b.g.y.n. You have an intestinal
virus and a bad bladder infection that has made you incontinent. I told you
that you should not work for a few days, but you insisted. My medical advice is
that you leave school until provided further instructions. The nurse is on her
way, and getting out now will be the only way to provide yourself a plausible
excuse for pissing all over yourself and the restroom. Right?"

"Uh. Yes. Yes, Miss Karen. Thank you Miss Karen. I'll...I'll do that." Carol
felt grateful for the quick thinking of her Mistress. Being helped out of such
a humiliating situation was an unexpected gift.

Just then the restroom door opened and Amanda entered. Mary was opting to stay
away, fearful that she had already earned herself a good chance to become
seriously ill. Amanda looked concerned, but Carol could see she had been told
more than might have been necessary. Mary was always a complicating factor, no
matter what the circumstances.

"Are you okay, Carol?", Amanda asked.

Carol's blush gave away the fact that there was more to this thing than an
infection and virus. "Oh, I'm fine. Thanks. My, ah..."

"Mary told me you had an accident?"

"Oh, yes. But I did get a call from my doctor. She told me to stay home today.
I shouldn't be here, ah, I...need to go home."

Karen watched as the slut muddled her way through the exchange without giving
anything away. It was a noteworthy recovery from what was certainly a highly
distressing situation. She managed to sidestep any exam by the school nurse and
followed the proper procedure for departing the school early. One of the
students had delivered the empty handbag from the classroom to the office, and
the principal had taken care of getting another teacher to cover the slut's
remaining classes.

Carol was almost happy to be walking through the sunlight to her car, free from
being forced to deal with so many issues in the school. Her situation remained
unchanged. She had not been able to determine how to get her life back into her
own hands, and still had not had the time to consider how to protect Megan from
what was happening when she returned from Orlando. Carol was still perspiring
from the stress and she smelled of urine. She hoped to return home and would
have been willing to do most anything to avoid being put in such humiliating
circumstances around people she knew.

She climbed into her car, carefully lifting the skirt up so that her bare skin
could sit directly on the bucket seat. Carol remembered her instructions to
drive to the thrift store she and Miss Karen had visited the evening before.
She wondered if they were still valid since she had left work early. Careful
and smart enough not to take a chance on being whipped or slapped, she decided
to drive there and wait for the instructions she knew would come soon enough.

Karen idled some time away rearranging furniture in the slut's former house.
She remained quite amused by the slut's predicament in the school. But, she had
performed well enough. It hadn't even been eighteen hours since Karen had moved
on her neighbor. All was going well, and Karen was having a good time while
getting the break she needed. When she checked the monitor she could see that
the slut had followed her instructions and was sittling idle in the thrift store
parking lot. Karen decided to let her sit for a good while and continued
changing things in the house so they were more to her liking. Her primary goal
for the day had already been satisfied. The slut had created the scandal of the
year at the school, Karen surmised. Her appearance, coupled with her odd attire
and self conscious manner, were capped by a mad dash out of a full classroom and
a major spillage of urine that was actually witnessed. What made it all the
more entertaining for Karen was the fact that the slut was found naked as she
straddled the toilet. She knew the general tone of the gossip would have to do
with speculation as to what was going on with Carol Sizemore. Was she going off
the deep end? Such chatter was always helpful when it could be established
prior to a disappearance.

Carol sat patiently in her car for over an hour. She rationalized that every
minute she was left alone to think was good. She had been thinking a lot.
Megan could not be allowed to return unless her situation changed quickly. She
wondered if the choker would actually incapacitate her if she tried to remove
it, or if there really was a tracking device built into it if she decided to
drive away. Nothing about Miss Karen had proven to be false. Carol feared her.
She knew the thing on her neck did work in terms of it's having a camera lense
that transmitted an image all the way back to her house. That was amazing.
And, Miss Karen had said it was worth more than she was. Who had access to that
kind of equipment? Who was Karen, really? Why had she come into Carol's
life...turning her into a pathetic, confused, horny slut so quickly. How could
she get in touch with Megan? All of her thinking was amounting to little more
than that. She was not able to form conclusions or make realistic plans that
would help her extricate herself from the grips of her...worst of all...she
wasn't sure she wanted out. Yet. She had never been kept so aroused for so
long in her life. Nothing had done this to her. Nothing. When the cellphone
finally beeped, it nearly scared her to death.

"Yes, Miss Karen?"

"I may choose for you to go back to school tomorrow, slut. But, you'll have to
go back in the same slutty clothes you wore today unless you can go back in that
thrift store and convince the nice lady to let you exchange your outfit for a
different one. You stunk pretty badly this morning, and I'll bet you smell like
piss now. So, it's your choice."

Carol's heart fell to her feet as she listened to Miss Karen. She couldn't go
back tomorrow in these clothes. She wasn't sure she could go back tomorrow at
all, let alone in the nasty skirt and blouse. "But, I don't...But this slut
doesn't have any money, Miss Karen!", she exclaimed. She wanted mercy from a
merciless woman.

"I think I used the word "exchange". I think you know the meaning of that
word. I think, also, that you know you just annoyed me by asking a question.
So, there will be a price to be paid that is far beyond any little embarassments
you suffer in the next few minutes. I just don't think you want to make it any
worse for yourself."

Carol noted a new menace in Miss Karen's voice, and knew she had no options.
All she could do was try, and maybe it would be okay. The cellphone connection
went dead, and she felt as though she were naked onstage with the whole world
watching. She reluctantly climbed out of the car and made her way to the
counter. At least a different woman was working. This one was much better
dressed, and less overweight. She wore sunglasses inside and had long, curling
fingernails on her left hand. She saw Carol coming, and seemed to be
considering her an oddity before she even walked through the door.

Geraldine hated the way white people smiled at you when they wanted something.
It was that sheepish, "I'm really friendly and I hope you'll be nice to me"
smile that always appeared before they tried to bargain you down to a lower
price or to get something for nothing. The white bitch coming through the door
had that kind of a smile.

"Hello!", Carol called out as she passed through the door. She noted a poorly
concealed expression of contempt on the woman's face, but it was soon followed
by a plastic smile and a silent nod. Carol proceded to the counter where the
woman was actually putting her husband's clothes on hangars.

"I have a small problem that I hope you can help me with.", Carol began in a
pleading tone of voice.

"Here we go.", thought Geraldine. "Uh huh.", she replied.

"I donated several bags of good clothes last night. Actually, you're working on
some of my husband's clothes right now.", Carol paused to see if the woman was
paying attention.

"Uh huh."

"And, I realized I had mistakenly donated my favorite skirt and blouse. I
didn't know it until I got home, but the store had closed before I could get
back. So...I was wondering...?" Carol paused, hoping the woman would finish
the sentence for her.

"Uh huh."

"Well, I was wondering if it would be okay for me to get my skirt and blouse.
They're in one of those bags right there." Carol gestured casually toward a
couple of bags piled up behind the counter. She hoped and expected to hear
another "Uh huh."
"I heard bouts you. You's the one come in heah lassnite wit yo skanky behine
hangin' out cho shorts." The woman was speaking in a monotone without looking
up or interrupting her work prepping the clothes. "White bitch dress the same
way wennin ta the movie store up the block and pull a choo choo on seven eight
boys from mah hood." Her eyes flashed quickly up at Carol, who was stunned.
"So! In you comes actin' like all a that! Well. I doesn't sell to no white
trash crackhead hoe's!" The woman turned her back to Carol and walked to the
other side of the U-shaped checkout counter.

Carol's heart was beating so strongly that she half wondered if it would
explode. She had never been spoken to like that. Oh, God! She was lost,
speechless. She couldn't seem to get a word out, let alone a thought that could
produce one. She hadn't expected this.

Geraldine held her hand up and made a sweeping motion toward the door. "Move
along, whore.", she muttered.

Carol had gotten accustomed to following orders, so it was easy for her to turn
and begin walking out of the store. It wasn't until she got to the door that
her tears burst forth and began streaming down over her cheeks. She ran the
short distance to the car, frantic to get away from there as fast as possible.
She was so ashamed to have been called a "crackhead whore" by a complete
stranger.

She could hear the cellphone ringing well before she opened the door. It
signaled much more than a simple phone call. Miss Karen had been watching, and
already knew she had failed in her task. How could it happen? Carol had been
confident that anyone reasonable would have accepted her story, which was mostly
true, and would have let her retrieve a couple of items. She remembered to lift
her skirt before sitting down, and pulled the phone out of the otherwise
pointless and empty handbag. "Yes, Miss Karen?"

Karen noted the sadness in slut's voice. She knew she had failed. "You left
the store without following my instructions, slut. Why?"

Miss Karen sounded upset. Carol didn't need that. "I, ah. This slut tried,
tried to, ah...do it, Miss Karen. But..."

"Are these excuses I am listening to? I don't think my ears can hear excuses,
especially not from sluts!"

Carol knew she had crossed the line. "This slut failed and is very sorry, Miss
Karen!"

Karen saw an opportunity. She loved it when wonderfully creative ideas popped
into her mind from nowhere. "It's time for you to have a choice, slut. Option
one: You come home in those clothes to be severely punished, sleep on them
tonight, and be sent back to work tomorrow in them. Option two is you leave the
blouse and skirt in the parking lot and come home to less severe punishment and
you'll call in "sick" tomorrow. You have ten seconds to decide."

"Oh, my God.", Carol thought. She couldn't go back to work tomorrow. Not after
what had happened. She couldn't. Not in these nasty clothes. Severely
punished? What did that mean? The little whip? Worse? But...driving home
naked in broad daylight? Could she do that? What if someone saw her? What
if...

"Time's up, slut. Make your choice."

Carol was fixated on the thought of having to face her students, and Mary, and
everyone at school again tomorrow. That, and "severe punishment" were the
greater fears. "Yes, Miss Karen. This slut chooses...option two."

Karen noted the apprehension in the slut's voice. "Why are you wasting my
time?", Karen yelled into the cellphone before disconnecting. Watching on the
monitor, she saw that she had the desired effect.

Carol put the cellphone down and quickly pushed the skirt down over her hips to
the floor, then pulled the blouse up over her head. Glad she had parked with
the driver's side of the car away from the store, she scanned the lot to see if
anyone might notice her dumping the skirt and blouse on the asphalt. The lot
was still practically empty, so she opened the door a crack and pushed them both
out.

Now naked except for the thigh highs and platform clogs, she started the car and
pulled out of the lot. Every thought she had now was of concealing herself from
other drivers and pedestrians while making it home as quickly as possible. She
knew it was going to be the longest ten minute drive of her life, but was
confused and frustrated by the fact that her nipples were hardening and her
pussy was beginning to throb. She had never thought herself an exhibitionist,
and would never put herself into this kind of a predicament if she had any other
choice.

She had made it out of the plaza and onto the main highway that led in the
direction of home without stopping. She was sure she hadn't been seen. Now, on
the highway, she slouched down so that her chest would at least be below the top
of the doors. She hoped the privacy glass would conceal her better than it
seemed. She felt completely exposed to the entire world. And, she had never
felt so thoroughly alive.

Karen, watching the monitor, decided to torment the slut just a bit more before
she made it "home". She called again.

"Yes, Miss Karen?" Carol answered, her voice quavering.

"I feel like being naughty, slut. It's almost lunchtime. Pick me up an order
of fries."

"Miss Karen! This slut doesn't have any money!", Carol cried.

"I seem to recall seeing a good amount of change in your center console. Aren't
you glad I didn't order a value meal?" Karen disconnected the call and poured
herself a cup of coffee.

Carol was frantic. She realized she had to pee again. She turned the air
conditioning up higher as she had begun to sweat. Her nipples were still coated
with her own lipstick. Oh! What could she do? It would be brief. She could
slouch. She needed to choose a fast food restaurant that was fast. Waiting at
the window would simply kill her. She could cover herself with her arm,
somehow. She could do it. She could.

Karen watched the monitor, seeing the slut exit the highway and pull into a
Burger King. She was actually going to do it! The slut would do anything to
avoid Karen's wrath...and the whip, of course. Things were going quite well.

Carol pulled up to the "to go" order station and ordered a small fry. She
gathered up a few spare quarters in the console and intentionally waited a few
seconds before pulling around. She had to be sure they would be waiting on her
to give her the fries rather than getting to the window too soon. She was so
thankful there were no other customers to prolong her torment. Her pussy was
flowing freely now. She felt the seat getting slick. She moved over closer to
the door to minimize her exposure and pulled up to the window with the change in
her left hand and her right arm ready to cover herself as soon as she could let
go of the steering wheel. Nobody was in the window. She waited a few seconds
before a teenage boy with a pimply face appeared with the fries in his hand. He
slid the door open without looking. "Seventy nine cents, please.", he muttered
unenthusiastically. She put the change in his outstretched hand. He handed
over the fries before looking down at her. By then Carol had the fries in her
hand and was already pulling out. The boy had seen something that nobody would
believe, and something that he knew he would never, ever, see again.

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Note to readers: Thank you for your support and all of the kind emails! L.D.

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