Taking Carol

Chapter 21

CHAPTER 21 Carol's Little Trip

Slut was experiencing fewer occasions where she needed to remind herself not to
think. Every day she faced new challenges in her service to Miss Karen, and
every day the importance of simply doing rather than thinking was reinf***ed.
She had been driving the white cargo van for two hours already, headed south.
She had been given specific instructions to go to a certain address, introduce
herself, spend the evening and obey all instructions she was given, and to
deliver back to Miss Karen's home two cargo boxes the following day. She had no
idea who was waiting for her or what they were like. She didn't know what was
in the boxes or why she had been chosen to do this. All she knew is that it was
a departure from her normal routine of pampering and caring for Miss Karen and
all of her possessions.

She had left Miss Karen curled up on a new hammock with candi, under the shade
of the magnolia tree in Miss Karen's back yard. They were both naked, and the
expression on candi's face was faintly content. Candi was an entirely different
person than Megan had been. Slut wasn't exactly the same, either, but at least
her personality was still recognizable. Candi hadn't uttered a word in several
weeks and lived for the most part in a state of fear. Lately Miss Karen had
begun to treat candi much more kindly, even to the point of occasionally taking
her to bed.

Slut continued to wish that she were used sexually by Miss Karen. For whatever
reason, candi was her preference for that purpose, and slut couldn't influence
it. Slut knew, however, that Miss Karen's eye had a greater fondness for her
body than for candi's. She knew also that, for whatever reason, it was she who
had been chosen and trained to see to Miss Karen's comfort, twenty-four seven.
Candi seemed to be something to break up the boredom. Miss Karen tended to
abuse her when she had nothing else to do.

Miss Karen had told slut that a very close friend was coming to visit, and that
the friend would be using slut's former home for a couple of weeks. Slut had
cleaned it from top to bottom and cleaned it again after Miss Karen inspected
it. She was nervous about the arrival of the friend because she had no idea
what it would mean to her. The place bore little resemblence to when she owned
it. Other than the furniture and a few accessories, nothing remained that she
had a connection to. It seemed sterile, like a home kept ready for visitors to
occupy.

She wondered what she would do when she had to get gas for the van. All Miss
Karen had allowed her to bring was some money for fuel, detailed directions, and
the clothes on her back. Unfortunately those clothes were minimal, amounting to
nothing more than a tight white t-shirt and a pair of gray cotton panties. It
was better than driving naked, but the idea of having to pump gas dressed as she
was made her nervous. The panties were soaked through, and unfortunately they
were gray. Slut knew the spot would be large and quite visible. This was what
distressed her most. She hoped she could reach her destination on the gas that
was in the tank, and, hopefully, get gas in the morning before her cunt had a
chance to make them wet again.

Karen had put candi through an extended period of supression and disorientation
that was enhanced by a liberal use of appropriate d**gs, a bit of technology,
and good, old fashioned mind control. Now she was recreating the creature so
that she would be of some use. The silent, unfeeling robot she had made was
simply a necessary part of the process. When she knew that candi was awakening
each morning with the mindset that she was simply an a****l, it was time to
restore a bit of humanity to her. Otherwise, all she would have managed to do
is to create a worthless zombie that was of little value either for
entertainment, personal service, or, well...anything.

The little lesbian bitch had taken to making love as a duck runs to water.
Karen continued to enjoy the incomparable sweetness of her cunt, and had taught
her how to use her tongue and fingers to please another woman. It wasn't as
though candi were completely ignorant, but everyone has their preferences, and
Karen saw no use in letting a slave freelance on her. The cunt had taken her
instructions and applied them quite satisfactorily. She even exhibited
eagerness and enthusiasm.