CHAPTERXVI: Last Day of School Part III.
Karen spent a couple of hours taking care of a few administrative details and
working on some correspondence. From the sunroom she could keep an eye on
candi, who was nicely secured under the tall magnolia. Karen had fitted her
with an old pair of size five ballet shoes and had her step up onto a bucket
that she had placed, upside down, under the dangling chain that hung from one of
the magnolia's lower branches. Using a small padlock she secured candi's nose
ring to the chain and pulled it taught so that candi's head was tilted back at
an uncomfortable angle.
Karen hadn't bothered with any sort of explanation, but it was obvious that
there was great peril in slipping off the bucket. Either the ring would pull
through her nose immediately or she would dangle for a while first. She had
been surprised that the tart hadn't tried to resist in some way, but concluded
that she had been adequatly indimidated.
Karen loved the sight. Candi was glistening with perspirationt. The ballet
shoes did so much to make her more enticing. Her firm young ass was held high
and the arch of her back was just delightful. The extreme angle of her feet in
the shoes made her legs appear shapely and firm, and Karen could tell by her
heaving chest that she was highly challenged both physically and emotionally.
If it hadn't been for the two days Karen had kept her in the foot trainers,
stretching her ligaments and tendons, she might already have suffered an
unfortunate accident. She owed Karen so very much!
Soon enough she had finished what she was doing and decided to toy with her
little plaything for a bit. She wouldn't need much in the way of supplies. She
went to the kitchen and quickly mixed a bit of ginger into a paste and deposited
it into a baggie. Then she retrieved a small quantity of Christmas ornament
hooks and a vibrating egg from her handy toolbox. Finally, she got the lighter
dog whip from it's hook in the garage and made her way to the back yard.
The poor thing's legs were quivering from exhaustion and pain. She had taken
hold of the chain above her head in anticipation of losing her footing on the
bucket. Karen wondered how long she could hold herself up if the bucket tipped.
That would be a good workout, she thought. "I see you're doing just fine in
your new shoes!", Karen exclaimed. "I thought I'd come out and have some fun.
You enjoy having fun, don't you, candi?"
Candi nodded ever so slightly. She was so close to collapse that she thought
any movement might make her fall off the bucket. She had been crying for a long
time. The lady was so cruel to her, and now she was talking about having fun.
But, the whip didn't look like fun to candi.
"First, dear, I'm going to spread a bit of this ginger paste over your little
asshole. You won't like it. No, no, no! Not at all!" Karen stepped around
the girl and carefully parted her butt cheeks to push a small amount of the
paste onto her asshole. She giggled as the girl began to react by shaking her
ass just as much as she dared to, which wasn't much at all. "There, that'll
liven up your afternoon, candi!" Karen walked around in front of the girl
again, then held up the vibrating egg for her to see.
"Now, we'll put our friend the egg into your tasty little pussy to distract you
from all of this terrible drama you're suffering at the moment." She lowered
the egg and stepped closer to the nearly suspended teenager. She bent down
slightly to get the angle correct and twisted the egg, activating the vibrator.
Without much concern for candi's comfort she forced the egg up and into her
cunt, causing the girl to jerk involuntarily and begin to teeter on the upended
bucket. "There, that's better!", she said, stepping back to ensure the creature
knew she wouldn't be caught if she did become clumsy enough to fall. She waited
until candi managed to stabilize herself before proceeding. Then, she picked up
the bowl full of fishing weights and began attaching the ornament hooks to them.
When all of the dozen weights had been prepared, she held one of them up for
candi to see. "This will be fun!", she announced. "Now we'll see what kind of
stuff you're made of, candi. Are you really the good for nothing lesbian cunt
that your "mother" and sister think you are, or do you have a little something
inside you that nobody has seen yet? I just don't know! I'd like for you to
give me your tongue now."
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 sister. 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.
Tom Parker had taken Carol to his office and threatened to have her suspended.
He had said that there wasn't much he could do since so many reports of her bad
behavior had been sent up to the office that he had to react somehow. If only
she had been able to act normally none of this had happened, but, he said, there
might be some way...
So, Carol had done him again. Happily. She cared nothing for him or what he
thought or did. He was a fat bastard and she had nothing but contempt for him.
But, his cock had produced for her and she was happy to drink from it again. It
hadn't taken but a few minutes, and she was gratified to finally be making her
way to her car with a fresh coating of cum in her throat.
She still walked very carefully, stopping whenever the balls in her pussy caused
her to reach the threshold of orgasm. The parking lot was virtually empty, with
the exception of a few seemingly abandoned cars and an old Ford conversion van
that was parked just past her car. Just as she was inserting her key into the
doorlock, she heard a voice calling out from behind her.
It was that boy...that Tommy Wingate. The boy who had pinched her that morning.
Oh, God!, she thought. Turning, she saw him holding the side door open,
beckoning her to climb into his van. "Smoke some weed? Wanna party?", he asked
with that nasty, worldly grin that was his trademark. She remembered her
instructions to be agreeable to everyone, but this was different.
"Uh. No thanks, Tommy. I, ah..."
"Get in the fuckin' van!", he said, glaring into her eyes. "Or else everyone in
the school will know you weren't wearing panties today!".
It wasn't much of a threat in terms of the new hierarchy of Carol's concerns.
But, she felt completely powerless to do anything but get in the van. She had
instructions. Getting into her car would not be following those instructions,
even though that was what her instincts were telling her to do. He was kinda
cute, though. In a dangerous, unpredictable kind of way. She pushed her door
closed and turned toward him. She smiled warmly as though everything about this
were absolutely normal. He was devouring her with his eyes as she approached
and eased by him into the van. She felt his hand on her ass as she stepped up
into it and took a seat in one of the captain's chairs in the back. It was a
seedy, filthy van, and it smelled of pot. He pulled the door closed and stood,
hunched over, looking at her. He reminded her of one of Megan's friends.
"Wassup, girl?", he asked.
She knew what he meant. He wanted an explanation for, well, "it". She feigned
lack of understanding. "Not much", she replied nervously.
"Well now," he continued, "it's not every day the sexiest teacher in the whole
school dresses up like a whore. I even heard you did Parker!"
Carol's face flushed bright red in shame.
He laughed out loud. "I knew it!", he exclaimed.
She hung her head, wishing she could just go home.
"How 'bout ol' Tommy here. Is he gonna get left outta the action?" He grabbed
his crotch with one hand and pointed to it with the other.
Without looking up, she mumbled, "Um, no. I guess not." She was stirring
again. She wished she could stop it, but it was coming...the desire...she
wanted this - anytime, anywhere. She wanted his cock. What was it like? She
had to know. She hoped he would fill her mouth with his cum. She hoped he
would cum like he never had before.
She heard him pull his fly down, and looked up. He was unbuttoning his jeans
and pushing them down around his ankles. His cock was already hard. She
focused on it. It was nicely proportioned. Small as compared to what she was
accustomed to but certainly average, at least. She slid down off the captain's
chair as Tommy moved to the back of the van and sat, knees wide, on the bench
seat there. Carol crawled forward, eyes focused on the object of her obsession.
She was already breathing hard before she was close enough to take him in. He
reached down and roughly jerked her top off, tossing it over his shoulder into a
small cargo area. He pushed her into an upright kneeling position and reached
around to undo her little skirt. It fell down around her knees. "Gimme that.",
She pulled her slender legs through the skirt and handed it to him. Over his
shoulder it went. He reached forward and roughly groped at her breasts. His
hands were cold. "I been watching these nipples for four years now, Ms.
Sizemore. I knew I'd get my hands on 'em one way or another." He tugged
crudely forward and back on her nipples, as though milking a cow. "These damned
things have caused many a hard-on. I had no idea they'd get this long! Holy
shit! You're a freak, Ms. Sizemore. Wait'll the boys know how long these
things get! Bald pussy too. Alright!"
Carol remained quiet. Her motor was revving despite Tommy's crudity and
roughness. What did she expect? She was his play toy for the moment. Why
wouldn't he take advantage of it?
He bent forward to suck on her nipples, and she reached down to take hold of his
stiff cock and began stroking it. She was mindful of the need to be careful, no
need to cause him to spill his stuff outside of her mouth. That would be a
waste. The warm wetness of his lips and tongue working her long, hard nipples
was awesome. His technique was not the greatest. It felt like a baby wolf was
eagerly suckling her. But, oh...it felt great!
After a couple of minutes that seemed like hours to Carol, he finally leaned
back and pulled her head down over his cock. She was anxious to see how easy it
would be to take him all the way into her throat. The black man in the video
store who had raped her mouth was so much bigger that she was confident she
could swallow this one without any trouble. He pushed the back of her head down
until his cock met the back of her throat. Before he could push further, she
eased herself down a bit more, adjusting her angle, and swallowed. He slipped
easily through and down her throat! She thought by his reaction that this had
never been done for him, and she was glad. She pushed and dragged and swirled
her tongue over the underside and around the head as he began pumping her head
up and down on his slender cock. Tommy was worldly for his age, but he was
still a young man. He couldn't hold back for long. When he started thrusting
his hips upward in conjunction with pulling her head back down she knew he was
close. He started to moan as his orgasm approached, rapidly building,
faster...she was...loving it...being face fucked...the whore...the cum
Grunting loudly he quickly pulled her head up by her ponytail with his right
hand while grabbing and pumping his cock with his left. He was going to cum on
her face! But she wanted...she opened her mouth wide, watching closely to try
to catch the first...it was coming...
Tommy could see the crazy whore open her mouth wide. She wanted it in
there...for him to cum in her mouth. He aimed higher...the first spurt shooting
out forcefully and hitting her between her eyes...she struggled, pushing her
head up to catch the next one...he pulled to the left...on her cheek...than
another...her chin...ohhhhhhhhh...Tommy shoved his cock back into her mouth to
be cleaned off by the cum-splattered whore. Oh, shit! That was great, he
thought. What a hot fuckin' bitch. Who would have thought, Ms. Sizemore!
Tommy began to laugh at his good luck. She wanted it so bad she was licking it
off him...every drop. She was gathering the cum off her face onto her fingers
and...she loved it...she was eating it like it was chocolate or something. This
After tormenting candi a bit more she had secured her, gotten dressed, and made
her way to the slut's former home. Karen was busy going through all of the
slut's remaining possessions and making determinations as to what would be sold,
thrown away, or kept. She planned a busy late afternoon and evening for the
slut, and wanted to be there when she returned from her last day as a teacher.
Slut was past due by about thirty minutes.
Karen wasn't picking up much that she could decipher through the earpiece she
was using to monitor slut. It was either malfunctioning, slut was in a very
quiet place, or she had failed to keep it with her. Karen concluded the most
likely scenario was the last one, which would provide an opportunity for
punishment, along with the tardiness, of course.
She was confident that the improved "white noise" technology that she was
testing had been highly successful in altering slut's mental outlook. The
static that seemed to innocently follow the porno movies that she played in the
garage nightly had saturated the slut's brain with very specific behavior
parameters. Used in conjunction with the new drugs Karen had been given tacit
authority to test, slut had quickly become a compliant, though not always
diligently obedient, tool for Karen's use. With the proper training and some
fine tuning with respect to the drugs, she would have a useful personal servant
in a fraction of the time it usually took. With slut available as her test
subject, she was free to experiment with candi.
By the time she completed her project, the entire house was in disarray.
Everything that she had no use for had been thrown on the floor. This amounted
to a good seventy-five percent of the contents, she thought. Most of it would
bring a nice return at the slut's yard sale. Karen suddenly heard a car door
close in the earpiece. Then she heard a car start. The slut had left her purse
in her car and was most likely now on her way home. It sounded like she might
be crying. Most likely fear, Karen thought. The poor thing hated to be
punished, but punished she would be.
Carol was nearly frantic with the realization that she was so late. Time had
gotten away from her. She had been betrayed by her lust for...Tommy's cock. It
had been a great disappointment for her not to have been able to swallow his cum
directly, as she knew some had been wasted. None should ever be wasted, she
thought. She shook her head. Her thoughts were confusing her. Why? What was
happening to her? Oh, God! Miss Karen is going to be waiting, and...she'll be
pissed. Carol drove as though every second she saved would somehow reduce her
punishment. By the time she wheeled the car into the driveway she had worked
herself into a near-panic state. Her chest was heaving, she was sweating, and
her heart was beating as though she had just finished a hard run. She ran up to
the entrance and assumed her position: Hands clasped behind her neck, elbows
held wide, legs spread about three feet, chest up and out, back arched, and eyes
lowered. She waited, and waited...and waited.
Karen had decided well before the slut finally showed up that she would need to
wait for the same period of time that she had been late. And, she did. It was
nearly four thirty when Karen finally opened the door and ordered her to strip,
but to leave her heels on. Next Karen put her on her knees, just inside the
door, and ordered her to give an accounting of the school day. Karen was simply
interested in how the slut's mind was characterizing events in her life.
Carol felt totally humiliated by the time she finished explaining to Miss Karen
all that had happened to her that day. I big part of the reason why was the
micro recorder Miss Karen had turned on and placed in front of her on the floor.
Every word was recorded. She provided explicit details about her orgasm in the
parking lot and the three blow jobs she had given. She talked about how horny
she had been, how her...cunt...had felt, and explained what it had been like to
go through an entire school day dressed as a shameless whore.
All during this bizarre confession period she wondered why her house was torn
up. There were piles of things on the floor everywhere she looked. It looked
like what she imagined an amateur burglary to look like, except it was much too
orderly to have been that. Miss Karen didn't seem so very upset. Carol thought
she would have been whipped already if she had been highly agitated. Maybe it
would be okay. It seemed like forever had passed since Carol had last seen Miss
Karen this morning, reclining naked, sipping coffee while Carol paraded back and
forth for her in the little slut outfit.
She felt much more relaxed now that she was finally home, and didn't mind
telling Ms. Karen about her day. There was nobody else to tell.
Every characterization the slut made had been in a sexual context. She had
clearly gotten to the point where Karen wanted her. Being both compliant and
constantly needful of both her own sexual release and a burning desire to
satisfy others sexually was the first threshold in her plan to develop the slut
into a first-rate personal servant.
"So, if I understand you correctly, you spent the day parading your slutty self
in front of a school full of teenagers and managed to suck off the principal
twice as well as a student. Is that correct.?"
"Um. Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol replied. What could she say?
"Tell me why I might not have heard all of this. When did you forget to keep
your purse with you?"
A sense of dread descended over Carol. She hadn't even though about it, but she
had left her purse in the car when Tommy had called her to his van. She
confessed this to Miss Karen.
"You were late getting home because you were on your knees in a student's van,
giving him a blowjob. I didn't know about it because you FORGOT to follow your
"Yes, Miss Karen." Carol hung her head in shame. She hated it when she
displeased Miss Karen. She only wanted to make her happy.
"I am not sure if I could find anyone in the world who would say that you
weren't completely out of control, slut."
"No, Miss Karen."
"I will think about what punishment might be appropriate. I must say I am
relieved that school is over with and that I have you full-time now. Don't
begin to think that you're going to have it easy. Your life now is going to be
very, very demanding. Do you understand?"
Carol answered, then placed her hand over her mouth, signifying a request to
speak. Miss Karen sighed heavily.
"What!", she snapped.
Carol faltered. Her confidence was at an all-time low. "Um, this slut
is...very sorry, Miss Karen. This slut will work hard to make you happy."
There. She felt better.
"Time will tell, slut. Time will tell."
"Yes, Miss Karen."
Time to get on with the business at hand, Karen thought. She didn't have the
time or desire to chit-chat with the slut. "You're having a yard sale tomorrow.
All of the things on the floor are what I don't want. What can be sold you will
carry to the garage. What you think would not sell will be put in garbage bags
and piled just inside the gate in the back yard. There are labels and a pen on
the breakfast nook counter. You'll price every item after you have removed them
all to the garage. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol replied. All of her things...her husband's...their
possessions...thrown away or sold? How could...?
"By the way, your sister, Megan, is it? Yes, she called today. I had a nice,
long talk with her about you. I told her how concerned I was about you and
your...well, activities. She wasn't surprised. She said she always knew you
were a slut. I had no idea anyone could be as cruel to a little sister as you
were. Did you really call her "cuntlicker" while she was growing up?"
Carol was startled, stunned. "Uh...yes, Miss Karen.", she muttered.
"And you used to sit on her face and make her lick you?", Karen asked
Carol felt her face heat up, she knew she was blushing bright red. "No! No,
it's not...that's not true, ah, Miss Karen."
Karen knew the truth. It was written all over the slut's face. It was
immaterial what came out of her mouth. Karen ignored the denial. "Oh, by the
way...I have made a "date" for you with the nice boy who helped you load your
cage the other night, remember?"
Carol was having difficulty jumping subjects. She wasn't able to settle things
in her mind before the next shock hit her. "Yes, Miss Karen. I, sorry. This
slut remembers him."
"Good! I'm delighted. He gets off work tonight at ten o'clock. You're meeting
him in the parking lot at work. You're giving him a blowjob in his car. Then,
you're going to tell him he can get a free blowjob every week if he can get ten
of his friends to call your cellphone number to schedule their own blowjobs. If
not, he'll have to pay thirty dollars like everyone else. Do you understand
Oh, God! "Um, why?...yes, Miss Karen.", Carol replied. Thirty dollars? Like
everyone else? What did that mean? Was she...was...?
"When you've completed your little task for the yard sale we'll get you in
contact with your friend Ralph. He'll be invited over at his earliest
opportunity and you'll have him fuck you in the ass out by the pool. Won't that
Out by the pool? Here? Oh, my God!, Carol thought. Then the image of his cock
sprang to mind and she didn't feel so badly. Who would know? "Yes, Miss
"Good! Now get busy!" Karen turned and strolled off to the kitchen to make
herself a nice dinner.
Carol rose and began hustling about the house, carrying armloads full of items
back and forth to the garage. Her mind was completely preoccupied with thoughts
of the decadent things she would be doing soon. She continued to be tormented
by the metal balls sliding around inside her. In only a couple of minutes her
inner thighs were wet and her nipples were standing straight out. She found
that her many distractions prevented her from focusing on and caring about the
items she was taking to the garage. She simply wanted to finish the job to end
the delicious torture going on in her pussy. It felt wonderful and it made her
feel so very excited. But, if she weren't permitted an orgasm it all added up
to nothing more than frustration. If she could just take them out...but would
she? She wasn't sure, now that she thought about it. It wasn't terribly bad to
be so horny...she told herself not to think, but to do. Thinking got her in
trouble. Just do. Don't think.