Taking Carol

Chapter 33

CHAPTER 33 More Fun in Florida

"I'll never cease to be amazed by the stupidity of men.", Karen said.

She and Tawny had been cuddling on the chaise lounge, under the shade of the
magnolia tree in the back yard. Karen was idly rolling Tawny's left nipple
between her fingers.

"Considering where most of their thinking function is performed what do you
expect?" Tawny answered cheerily. "He's not much to look at, is he?", she
observed.

"Maybe he has a talent of some kind."

"Hmm. Maybe."

Tom Sizemore stood before them, his eyes ablaze with hatred, contempt, and fear.
The ladies had successfully duped him. Karen knew that men hated to be
outsmarted by women, so he was surely as angry with himself as he was with them.
He was in a real predicament. After putting the cuffs and leg irons on him,
they had installed a nice, tight leather cock and ball harness, a collar, belt,
and, finally, a ball gag. It was when he saw the ball gag coming that he
started to get a bit frisky. That was rectified by a quick twist of his
distended balls, and he had been much more compliant since. It had taken both
of them to manage the process of changing the handcuffs over to leather wrist
cuffs and securing his wrists to the chain that hung from the tree limb. Now,
he was standing up on his toes, causing his legs to flex nicely. For some
reason, he kept grunting as though they somehow cared that he might be unhappy.

"Keeping him?" Tawny asked.

"Whatever. You can have him. I don't care." Karen looked up to see the
moron's eyes widen even more.

"Woohoo. Thanks a lot." Tawny rolled her eyes. "Another workshop slave."

"A gift horse, girl. You're welcome."

Tawny kissed Karen full on her lips, ending it with a few gentle licks between
her parted lips. "Thank you, my sweet.", she cooed.

"Enough of this idleness, bitch!", Karen announced with a smile. "There's work
to be done!" She gave Tawny a peck on her forehead and rose to revisit the
garage. Now that the sailor was no longer an issue, the work of packing up
could continue. Even though the capture had gone off without difficulty,
nothing good could come of their continued presence in the safehouse. The
longer she hung around after the former Tom Sizemore disappeared off the face of
the earth, the more likely it was that a problem could come up. As she walked
through the yard to the house, she turned back to see that Tawny had spread her
legs wide and was making quite a show of stroking her pussy for the horny
sailor.

It looked as though henry and amy had done all that they could do as far as the
specific tasks Karen had given them earlier. The garage was especially hot and
stuffy that day, and allof the slaves were completely covered in sweat. Henry's
white thong had become transparent and sweat dripped in a steady stream out of
it as he held his position.

Karen ordered amy to get two pints of water into each of the oversexed bitches
that hung from the ceiling, and to secure their collars to the back wall, making
sure to lock their cuffs behind them. She knew they would have their fingers up
their cunts in a heartbeat if given the chance, and she had something much more
fun in mind. When this was complete, amy was to bring pig into the garage, fold
up the table in the guest bedroom and take it to the garage, finish packing
Karen's clothes, then present herself in the back yard.

Henry was told to remove his thong, then to retrieve and deliver a number of
items to the back yard, along with two glasses of scotch, neat.

Tawny was still teasing the new capture when Karen returned, which was no
surprise. She had obviously worked herself into a high state of excitement in a
very short time. The thrill of a fresh catch did that to both of them.
Sometimes the anticipation of what was to come could be nearly as exciting as
the games themselves. She could see by the look on Karen's face that something
was brewing.