Taking Carol

Chapter 35

While the diminutive, favorite slave hurried off to do as she was told, Tawny
noticed slut's infraction. She glanced over at Karen, who was already looking
back at her.

Tawny felt a real affection for slut, borne mostly out of the fact that she
found Karen's new slave incredibly erotic. "How could she help it?", Tawny
asked.

"She couldn't. Do you think we should let her believe she got away with it?"

"Yes. She's a good slave. Here, let me." Tawny got up and stepped over to
slut. She took hold of slut's left nipple and dug her fingernails deeply into
it as she twisted and tugged roughly on the long, fat nub. She then turned and
sat down. "Message delivered.", Tawny announced.

"Bitch.", Karen said flatly.

"Cunt.", Tawny replied.

lizbeth felt as though she could not take any more. She jumped back when she
felt amy grasp her upper arm, which only resuledt in amy taking a firm hold on
her left tit. She was led, reluctantly, some distance and was made to step over
something. amy guided her back a very short distance until...she felt...henry's
cock grazing the inside of her thighs. She stiffened her legs, as if she were a
stubborn horse refusing to cross a stream. Suddenly her nose was being pinched
through the hood. With the penis gag filling her mouth, she was unable to
breath. Now it was a matter of breathing or of being impaled on that huge cock,
and she knew she was defeated.

"Now that one is worthless. Completely worthless.", Karen said, nodding toward
lizbeth and her foolish efforts to disobey.

"She is a disappointment. Thank you for making that so obvious. "

"What do you plan to do about it?"

"Oh, I'll probably send her down to the arena for a few months."

Karen hadn't heard anything about the arena before. "What?"

"I must not have told you. I have a small oval dirt track down in the basement
of my house. It's pretty cool. Has stadium style seats and lots of stonework.
I use it for training and conditioning mostly, but it's got a lot of uses."

Karen remembered that Tawny always used the term "house" rather than "mansion",
"castle", or "estate". She was so unpretentious, and cute. "Sounds great.",
Karen answered. "I can't wait."

"I'll miss you.", Tawny said softly.

Karen smiled. The sailor was getting very unhappy with the incessant fucking
his wife was giving him. He was keening at a very high pitch, which was music
to Karen's ears.

It was satsfying to see the haughty British whore finally get henry stuffed up
inside that cunt. Now she would know her Mistresses' fist was a mere appetizer.
Karen was somewhat let down by effects of the d**g cocktail she had slipped both
lizbeth and slut. Of course, slut was fine because she had a preexisting
fondness for cocks and everything about them. It was valuable to know the d**gs
did not completely overcome discomfort and pain. All in all, it had been a
successful experiment. This was evidenced, in part, by the degree of enthusiasm
slut was showing in unknowingly fucking her own ex husband. She was using long,
f***eful strokes and varying her pace. It was almost as though she were fucking
him the way she would have wanted to be fucked. He, of course, was not taking
it with the same degree his wife would have, however.

For the remainder of the afternoon and into early evening, Tawny and Karen
enjoyed their final opportunity of the year to share the pleasure of owning
slaves. They eventually grew bored of watching the former sailor be fucked, so
had slut fuck lizbeth in the ass for twenty minutes or so. Karen had amy remove
the penis gags from lizbeth and henry, providing access to their mouths. Henry
was deserving of a long overdue orgasm, so he was permitted to pump his
volumnous load into lizbeth's mouth. This they had lizbeth pass on to slut's
mouth, who then had to pass it back to lizbeth, and so on. It provided quite a
contrast in that slut was desperate to have the cum and dearly wanted to swallow
it while lizbeth was loath to take it and could not rid herself of it quickly
enough.