Taking Carol

Chapter 29

CHAPTER 29 Henry's Choice

Karen was genuinely happy when they returned home to find that henry and amy had
achieved their goal of "riding" sixty miles. Though both of them looked worn
out from the effort, she could tell by the glint in henry's eyes that he was
looking forward to something. Given that he was rarely of any use sexually to
Tawny and that she did not often permit him to have a good fuck, Karen knew he
would be more than ready to perform despite his exhausting physical effort.

Pig was looking a bit used up, as well. It glistened with sweat. The effort of
keeping it's position required significant, ongoing effort. The alternative was
to have the nose ring ripped out if the pig lost it's balance or gave up the
effort. Karen was confident the little cocktail she had injected into it a few
hours earlier had worn off, which was okay, especially for what she had in mind.
You never know, though. Henry might surprise her and choose option number two,
which she hadn't thought of yet.

Tawny took the chair she had spent much of the morning in, anxious for the gift
of pig's virginity that Karen had promised her. She hoped the show would be
worthwhile, but was concerned that so much had been taken out of pig that it
would be wasted. She had pulled slut by the wrist over to the chair and had,
for the time being, chosen to use her as an ottoman. She did ensure slut could
see pig by facing her in that direction. Just to make sure she had slut's
attention she leaned forward to push the micro miniskirt up over her ass, then
explored her cunt for the first time. It was wet, to be sure, and carried a
taste and aroma that was not at all offensive. Tawny found the cunt well used
but responsive. She was particularly pleased by the long, fat clit that she
thought might be a miniature version of slut's freakish nipples. She took a few
minutes to stroke it as though it were a little penis. She stopped when she
thought slut might be getting too close.

Karen ordered amy to the bar to mix a couple of drinks, then told henry to
strip. She never failed to appreciate his body. She didn't have to remind
herself that she was long past due for a nice ride on his hard eleven inch cock.
It was a personal challenge to be able to take all of it one day. Tonight,
though, that beautiful cock would be put to other uses.

Henry had been extensively trained. Tawny didn't need a hard cock most of the
time, and so had arranged for henry's ability to gain an erection to be
predicated on a keyword that only worked in combination with her own voice. It
had been done hypnotically, by a friend of hers in Marsaille. Tawny looked up at
Karen, with her eyebrows raised, silently asking if her friend wanted the cock
hard. Karen smiled back at her.

"Majestic", Tawny said plainly. Instantly, henry's cock began to swell.

"Well, if that's not an appropriate keyword, I don't know what is!", Karen
laughed. She was amazed at how quickly the thing hardened to it's full length.
She stepped over to henry and reached for his cock. Henry's girth was such that
she could not touch her thumb with any of her fingers when she took hold of him.
He was in his "present" position; legs spread slightly and his hands placed at
the small of his back. She spent a few minutes getting reaquainted with her
favorite penis in the whole world. She always liked and appreciated that it was
completely hairless, smooth, and silky to the touch. It was perfectly straight
and only slightly tapered from base to tip, and crowned by a well formed, bright
pink, helmet-shaped head that was so large that it was about all any of the
slaves she had seen suck henry could get past their lips. "How long has it
been, henry?", Karen asked in a sultry voice, stroking the underside of his
neglected tool.

"Two months, sixteen days, M'Lady.", henry answered anxiously.

"That long?", Tawny interjected, feigning surprise. "Who knew?"