Taking Carol

Chapter XVI

Surprisingly, the little thing was still cooperating. She opened her mouth and
poked her bright pink tongue partway out. It was enough for Karen to hook a
weight onto it. She then hooked one onto each ear, each nipple, and each side
of her outer lips through each of the six rings there. She had one weight left,
so she hung it in the center of the chain that was still suspended between
candi's nipple rings.

Karen stepped back to appreciate her work. She sliced the dog whip through the
air a few times, feeling her nipples rise and her pussy moisten in anticipation
of striping the little cunt's perfect, alabaster skin one more time. It was
just too bad she couldn't remove the collar and experience the cute mewling and
begging that she knew candi would have been happy to supply. You can't have
everything, she told herself.

Candi's bulging eyes were a delight to watch as she strained to see what Karen
was doing. How the poor thing hated being whipped. That was something she had
in common with her slutty s****r. They would both come to appreciate the kiss
of the whip soon enough. It was preferable to a host of other options.

Karen stepped forward, taking a position that would enable her to place a
well-aimed stripe horizontally across the girl's soft white tummy. Anything she
could do to get her firmed up there would be a good thing. Just as she drew the
whip pack and began to take aim, however, she heard tinkling on the top of the
shiny tin can. Looking down, she saw that the little tart was peeing herself.
Karen grinned. It was always good when they were so scared that the peed. You
knew you had their attention then. It was never good to allow anything to
distrupt a thrashing, so Karen hesitated only a moment before she stepped into
the swing, delivering the most powerful whip strike she could muster straight
across the girl's midsection with a resounding "CRACk".

Even before the whip struck home Karen was aware that candi had panicked. Not
knowing what to do, the girl had begun to backpedal in her ballet shoes,
producing a deep, rapid drumming sound on the top of the can. Karen heard a
very brief but distinct yelp that was instantly extinguished by the quick
inflation of the collar. The whip struck just as the clumsy thing was losing
her footing altogether and falling off the bucket.

She tumbled straight down, landing in a heap that was quite unladylike. All
that moved was a rapidly dying stream of pee that cascaded a few inches up into
the air before falling onto her smooth young thigh and eventually into the soft
grass. Her eyes bulged and spun around wildly. Her face had already darkened
several shades as the collar tightened to the point that she could not breath.
She flopped her arms a few times before losing consciousness.

Karen laughed uproariously and the deliciously cruel thing she had just done.
The dumb little girlpig had no idea she wouldn't be dangling from the end of
her nose if she slipped. Karen had created every illusion necessary to make it
appear that would happen. She had, however, carefully looped the light chain
over a small wire nail that she had installed earlier. Though she had been a
bit anxious that it might not let go as quickly as she intended, she was sure
the creature would not suffer any lasting damage. If she did something stupid
like ripping her nose out, she'd have to get rid of her and that wouldn't be
convenient at all. The dumb girl had spent a good part of the day fretting
about something that couldn't happen. What a fun ruse!, Karen thought.

She heard the light hissing of the collar expelling it's air and returning to
normal so that it''s victim could breath again. Stepping closer, she reached
down to make sure candi was breathing. Finding that she was, she casually
rearranged her body until she could be locked into a nice, tight hogtie and left
to wake up in the grass in the shade of the magnolia.

Karen was faintly aware of some things going on with the slut from what she
could hear in the earpiece, but was too preoccupied with her plans for candi to
pay much attention. Unless words were being spoken, it was often too difficult
to get any meaning out of background noise and various rustlings to make it
worthwhile to try.