Taking Carol

Chapter 24

CHAPTER 24 Home Sweet Home

slut knew almost immediately that she had somehow been sedated again. She
couldn't remember how, and didn't much care to as long as the cobwebs and
throbbing drumbeat of a splitting headache plagued her. She opened her eyes
reluctantly, not sure she wanted to know where she was. She was laying on a
hard surface, but it was warm rather than cold, and it felt like...she could see
the interior roof of the minivan and understood with some relief she was inside
the cargo area of it, just behind the two front seats. There were boxes to her
left, fairly large ones. Two of them. Something was...a piece of paper was
pinned to her top...she was dressed in her cotton panties and t-shirt. They
were clean, but wet. She had been sweating. It was too warm...very stuffy.
She pulled the note off and looked at it. It was a simple map, directing her to
I-95 northbound. Nothing else. It wasn't quite dark, or it wasn't quite light
outside. She had no clue what day it was, let alone whether it was morning or
evening. She sat up slowly enough so as not to cause her head to burst, and saw
that nothing outside the van was the slightest bit familiar. It appeared to be
sitting at the end of a dead-end alley, surrounded by delapidated buildings.
She felt the dull ache in her cunt and ass and was reminded of what she had been
doing with the four men. She had no clue where that had happened, and doubted,
now that she could see how it had all ended up, that she would ever be able to
provide any worthwhile information about what little she had seen during her
brief time in Miami. Now, she knew, she had to get back to Miss Karen's home
with the delivery she had been sent to pick up. What could be in such crates?

After a few minutes of sorting things out and allowing herself to return to
reality, she found the keys in the ashtray, climbed into the driver's seat,
started the van, and headed toward "home".

Tawny hadn't returned to slut's old home to spend the evening, and had spent the
night in Karen's bed, with Lizbeth sl**ping on the floor at the foot of the bed
and candi locked up in her little piggie hut in the garage. Karen slept better
than she had in months, and awoke feeling a contentment that only manifested
itself when she was close to Tawny. She pulled the blanket up over Tawny's
shoulders and slipped out of bed to have Lizbeth prepare a pot of coffee. slut
would be home sometime this morning, she knew, along with henry and amy. Karen
pulled on her short satin robe, prodded Lizbeth awake with her foot, and padded
quietly into the kitchen.

Karen and Tawny had always shared their subs as though there was no difference
who they belonged to. Lizbeth was a compelling young lady and Karen looked
forward to getting to know her better. Tawny wouldn't mind.

She was impressed by how quickly Lizbeth had awakened and jumped up to follow
her into the kitchen. It indicated a sense of servitude that ran so deeply into
the girl's psyche that it even pervaded her sl**p. When one sl**ps as though
one were a slave, one does not awaken surprised by her lot in life. It was a
small but noteworthy detail, Karen thought.

The red-headed beauty had slept in a cotton nightdress that was every bit as
victorian in design as Lizbeth was in her look. Karen patiently lifted it up at
the hem and pulled it over Lizbeth's head and off, tossing it onto the back of a
chair. The creature actually blushed! That was refreshing, especially for a
slave so well trained and experienced as this one. There was still a bit of
modesty left in her.

"You are going to be my coffee girl, Lizbeth. Every morning at six a.m. you'll
awaken and make a pot of coffee just the way I am going to show you. Do you
understand?"

"Yes M'Lady.", Lizbeth replied confidently, but in a very respectful tone.

Karen smiled to herself. Tawny always found the best ones. With her kind of
money....