Taking Carol

Chapter 26

CHAPTER 26 Summer Pastimes

slut had gotten so accustomed to the moans and groans of the suffering girl that
she barely heard her anymore. When the timer went off, indicating that her
tanning session was complete, she jumped up and walked sexily across the pool
deck and over the path to the sunroom door. She placed herself into position to
await Miss Karen's next order. She could see through the glass that the two
other...slaves, or whatever, were working on something on the coffee table, and
she could see pig...

Miss Karen slid the door open just a bit and told slut that she would be
rewarded for a nice, sexy dance. Then the door closed quickly and slut knew
there was no choice but to dance. The alternative might be to suffer whatever
the girl was suffering for the next several hours. slut had been shown how to
dance the way Miss Karen wanted it done by a series of videos that were
originally filmed to train horny housewives and novice dancers to strip
professionally. slut had spent hours, with music and without, inside and out,
clothed and unclothed, and even, once, in a pancake house parking lot, for Miss
Karen. This would not be so difficult, even though the circumstances
were...strange, and...she didn't know these...people, or...

Her hips were already moving side to side as she began to hear an imaginary deep
base beat, drubbing across her brain in an endless, mindless rave-like
techno-tune. She moved her hands up over her thighs and up her sides to cup her
breasts as though she were offering them to someone behind the glass. Sweat
poured from her body, running out through her tight thong bikini bottoms and
down over her legs in seemingly endless rivulets. It turned her on even more,
this heat...baking her cunt...her nipples were so hot....she licked her lips,
closing her eyes...she began to spin...and twist, and shake, and tease, and
torment, and gyrate.

"My God!", Tawny exclaimed. "She's making me wet again already!"

"Yes. It's a shame she's such a cockhound.", Karen replied, watching henry,
amy, and pig work on emptying the hundreds of condoms into the bowls. They had
a small assembly line going. Henry would hold up each condom and cut it with
the scissors just under where each was knotted at the top. He would then grasp
it at the bottom and turn it upside down, dumping the contents into his bowl.
He would then hand each one to amy, who would turn it inside out by forcing her
finger through it from the dry side and wipe off any excess on the rim of her
bowl. She would then insert the wet side of the condom into the pig's mouth,
who would suck it clean and spit the contents into her bowl. In this way, Karen
could be sure that none of the precious sperm that slut had so dutifully
collected over the summer was wasted.

The pig could not conceal it's distaste for the project. In all it's life it
had never tasted male juice, and so had never developed an appreciation of it.
Karen knew the pig would have preferred to hold the apple in it's mouth and have
it's back be used as a table, but it could provide good service by sucking and
spitting, sucking and spitting, sucking and spitting all the day long. Karen
reached over and patted the pig on it's bald head. "You'll need to quicken the
pace, henry.", Karen said sternly. "I'm afraid the pig's motor will be running
before you finish."

"Yes, M'lady.", henry replied quickly. He dutifully increased his pace.

Tawny had been oblivious to the brief exchange. She felt like a c***d peering
into a candy store window. Between Lizbeth's heaving breasts and slut's dancing
she had to concentrate on avoiding her tendency to seek instant gratification.
Everyone was busy.

"Have you given your slut an adequate chance to acquire a taste for the...finer
things?", Tawny asked.

"I was fairly sure you would like to be the one to formally introduce her. I
have been training her on the pig...about an hour a day. She loves cock,
though, as you can see."