Taking Carol

Chapter 20

It was awkward standing there, not knowing what to do next. She dared not look
around, so continued to gaze down on Miss Karen's perfect body, the body she
coveted more than any other. She began to think Miss Karen might be ignoring
her to see what she would do. It occurred to her that she was to assume her
position whenever left without instructions. Surely not in public. If it were
even possible, it seemed her chest constricted even more. She considered how
close she was to panic, and rationally thought about what the aftermath of
simply running away would bring. Where would she go? To the parking lot? To
stand next to the car? In what position? Just as she was near concluding that
there was no choice other than to fall back on her training, Miss Karen spoke.

"Kneel down beside me, slut. Get out the cd player and the cassette player."

Slut was greatly relieved to be providing service rather than dealing with
uncertainty. She much preferred staying active, probably because her life had
become one of work and service and little rest. Miss Karen instructed her to
first place the headphones connected to the cd player on her own head to adjust
the volume properly before putting them on Miss Karen's head. When this was
done, she was told to put the cassette player's headphones on, to clip the
player to the back of her thong bottoms, and to turn it on. She was then told
to get on all fours beside Miss Karen and not to move until told otherwise. She
rather sheepishly assumed the position in the manner that she had been taught,
with her knees spread, back arched, and chin high. One of the objectives of the
position, aside from being sexually enticing, was to present a level back on
which things could be placed. Miss Karen laid her cd player in the middle of
slut's back, beside her sunglasses, which she had removed.

Miss Karen's cd was a live performance of the Philadelphia Philharmonic
Orchestra, slut's tape was an assemblage of recordings of slut having sex. Some
she had heard over and over again because they were the audio portions of the
videos Miss Karen frequently made her watch that depicted her engaged in various
sex acts with multiple partners. Others were sound recordings that she
previously had no idea were being recorded. She heard herself being used by
Ralph that last time out by the pool in her back yard. She listened to the
sounds of multiple blowjobs being given as part of her Thursday night
assignments. She even listened to the complete recording of her two encounters
with Tom Parker, the principal, and her performance in the student's van at the
end of the last day of school. Miss Karen had bugged her purse, slut knew. It
was the only way it could have been done. She was not angered or upset by this
knowledge. Oddly, she felt a sense of comfort that Miss Karen had been keeping
tabs on her all along, even when she had no idea of it. Slut took it as a sign
of interest, and she felt reassured.

What was not reassuring was the effect of being placed in this position in
public while listening to herself being fucked, sucking, or in the preparatory
phases of both. It was an exceptionally erotic and arousing tape, and it was
sure to have it's effects on any listener.

Slut was somewhat grateful that she at least still had the little mesh top on.
Unfortunately her breasts, hanging straight down as they were in this position,
pressed against the mesh, emphasizing the way in which her nipples protruded
through it. She felt like a milk cow with dangling udders. A horny milk cow,
anyway. She had kept her eyes closed despite her head being held high as was
required in this position. She knew this couldn't go on indefinitely and that
she had to open them at some point. But, she chose to wait until she could calm
down a bit before risking the kind of stress that might come from making eye
contact with strangers while kneeling so wantonly next to her owner.

The heat was still oppressive as sweat beaded up on every exposed surface of her
skin and ran in rivulets down into the sand. She imagined herself being the
only female on the beach, and dozens of men lined up behind her, to use her.
She could see them in her mind's eye, as though watching from a distance. They
were not all gorgeous hunks as most would fantasize, but a random cross section
of men, their only commonality being the hard cocks, ready to sample the sweaty
slut. She imagined a camera crew circling, getting the best angles, zooming in
on her face, her nipples. Miss Karen was watching, too. With friends, and
laughing. It was all so much fun to her, to see the whore doing what whores do.
She imagined herself wanting a cock in her mouth, too. The images playing out
in her imagination were in perfect concert with the sounds of sex that played
loudly in her ears. She distinctly heard Ralph smacking her ass as he drove his
beautiful cock deep into her bowels. She was moaning in pleasure and pain,
working hard to take his entire length. It was deliciously lewd getting fucked
poolside by a black man. In her own back yard. It was...