Kari in Training

Kari in Training 6

Kari at Home

©2007 by Arnold Puttwyn

Note: After eight long months of slavegirl training Kari returned home to find many things had changed.  Master Carl had married a beautiful and wealthy woman.  Her parents gave them a huge estate adjoining Carl’s property to make their estate gigantic, 5 miles by 4 miles with 2 mansions, 4 houses, and several barns and sheds.

     Kari raised her head to look around, her pale blue eyes barely open. She wanted to stretch her bare legs and desperately wanted to stretch her arms and shoulders.  The leather binder held her arms tightly crossed behind her back.  She looked at the new slave girl quarters.  Things had changed at home since she left for Mistress Elena’s Slavegirl Academy.  Master Carl had the large house extensively remodeled and hired a housekeeper, Mrs. McCormack. She hired her own twin daughters, Natale and Renee, as maids.  The tall seventeen-year-old girls had pale brown eyes and wore their light red hair long, falling over their shoulders. 

     The identical girls were 5’7” and had large soft breasts with pale pink nipples and puffy cone shaped areolas.  Their soft bellies and thick thighs were pale pink.  The twins were chubby girls not flabby.  However, both girls had full sensuous lips, bright white teeth, and pretty faces. 

     Renee was the upstairs maid, and Mrs. McCormack had her dressed as a traditional maid, in a short black satin dress with white lace apron.  Natale wore blue jeans and worked downstairs with the responsibility to care for Kari.  If Master Carl hosted a party or dinner Mrs. McCormack hired extra serving or kitchen help.

      When her training was completed Kari was packed into a crate for shipment home.

     “No, you’ll be shipped in a crate,” Mistress Regina said with finality as she pressed the enema tube into Kari’s anus. 

     “Driving is for people, slavegirls and other animals are shipped in crates.”  The doctor arrived just as Mistress Regina finished.  He stopped next to the stainless steel-topped table Kari was secured atop. 

     Kari lay face down with her ankles secured to the sides holding her slender legs spread apart.  Mistress Regina made Kari cross her arms behind her back and secured them with a leather zippered forearm binder.  The doctor gave Kari an injection into a vein in her left ankle; she became very restful and nearly fell asleep.  Mistress Regina carefully inserted a catheter in Kari’s urethra and used a red squeeze bulb to inflate the tip to keep it securely in place.  She helped Kari from the table to expel the enema and washed her anus meticulously.  Kari moaned gently as Mistress Regina pushed a large soft butt-plug into her anus, to keep her tightly sealed.

     The last step in Kari’s preparation was the breathing mask.  It was blue rubber and resembled an old style gas mask, but the eye covers were opaque.  The hose from the front was connected to a hefty tan steel gas bottle containing a mixture of air and mild sedative to keep Kari barely unconscious and very relaxed. 

     Lynne and Regina lifted Kari and the gas bottle into the padded crate and laid her on her side.  The crate was 4 feet long by 3 feet wide and Kari was 5 feet 4 inches tall, so she had to lay curled on her side.  A large black vinyl bag was attached to the catheter, and placed behind Kari’s knees.  Next pink foam padding was pressed in, on, and around Kari.  Lastly a single large 4X3 piece of foam was placed over the entire contents, and then the cover was nailed on.  The crate was stenciled

“ HANDLE WITH CARE “ And “ LIVE ANIMAL” on the top, the bottom, and each side. 

     Her crate was shipped in a truck driven non-stop by a specialized transportation company, to Master Carl’s estate and left at the gate.  It was brought into the underground slave quarters and left for Natale to open when she came in Monday morning. 

     Natale pried the cover off the top of the wooden crate, and removed the foam padding from around Kari’s curled body.  She next unbuckled the breathing mask and carefully lifted it from Kari’s face.  Kari lay still for several minutes while she overcame the miasma from the injection and the gas; she raised her head and looked around after about 30 minutes.

     “My,” exclaimed Natale, “you’re a pretty little thing.  I love your hair.  It’s so bright.”  She helped Kari to stand and gently stroked the slavegirl’s short pale blonde hair. 

     “Turn around and I’ll unzip the binder,” she made a twirling motion with her right hand.  Kari tried to smile and dutifully turned around for her.  Natale unzipped the leather sleeve from left to right and let it fall.  Kari’s arms dropped to her sides as she moaned loudly.

     “How long?” Kari finally whispered.

     “Just 4 days,” Natale said as she checked the manifest.  She unplugged the catheter hose from the full bag and helped as Kari stepped from the crate.  She ran her right hand over Kari’s chest and inch long pink nipples and grasped each nipple firmly until Kari moaned gently.  Natale carefully studied Kari’s blue “16001" tattooed on her right areola, and “ Kari” on the top of her small left breast.

     “That’s my I.S.R. number,” Kari’s voice just a gravelly whisper.  Natale nodded, but didn’t understand.  She ran her left hand down Kari’s back to the end of the butt-plug and gently touched the outer end.

     “I’ll get that out and give you an enema in a little bit,” she smiled as Kari made a face at the thought.  She had received an enema daily at Mistress Elena’s school, and hoped it was done.

    “I know you probably need one, after 4 days,” Natale said sincerely and she added, “I’ll be taking good care of you.” 

     Kari looked around at the new basement quarters.  The large room resembled a dungeon, with chiseled gray rock panels on each wall and low 8 foot ceiling.  It had six large cells, every cell held a small bed and brown wooden table.  Each table had a single chair and a tall stool.  There were 3 adjoining cells along the side walls, so every cell had only one solid wall and 3 walls of ½ inch bars, with a 10-foot aisle between the sides.  Double doors to the underground garage were at the end near the first cells and the opposite end held the completely open toilets and showers, one for each cell.  The entire end of the room was white porcelain and white tile.  Each cell number was on the wall, in dark gray contrasting tiles above the shower and toilet, with only a small space to separate each slavegirl’s area. 

     An open area at the end of the room in front of the showers and latrines made room for six stainless steel topped tables numbered for each cell, three on each side with nearly five feet between the tables, each had shelf and drawer storage space underneath.   

     The head or top end of each 7 foot table was fitted with the lower half of a stainless steel stock with padded neck and wrist spaces.  The upper half was stored below.  The lower end had motorized leg and ankle stirrup style restraints.  Above each table was a full-length light fixture to provide necessary illumination for slavegirls care or discipline. 

     Natale led Kari to the nearest table where she had a white porcelain enema can hanging from a black steel stand.  Kari could smell the acrid scent of soap and see white water vapor rising from the top.  She assisted Kari onto the number 3 table; she lay face down immediately without prompting, spread her legs and held her feet in the stirrups and waited for Natale to attach the straps to keep her slim thighs spread apart.

     After strapping Kari’s ankles, Natale slowly turned the butt-plug and gently pulled it from Kari’s anus.  She had a black 6-inch nozzle with a thick band, near the outer end to hold it inside Kari, ready and pressed it in.  Natale slid a 3 foot enema tube through the ½ inch hole in the center of the nozzle and pushed it’s entire length into Kari’s anus.

     “Are you all right, baby?” she asked softly, as she flipped a little lever on the base of the nozzle to hold the hose in place and started the flow.

     “Yes,” Kari whispered.  She writhed uncomfortably, as the warm soapy water filled her bowels.  Natale dragged the now empty crate out into the garage and returned to shut the valve off when the 2-quart can emptied.  Kari looked around in time to see Natale as she left the room, and for the first time she noticed she wasn’t alone.

     The two end cells were already occupied, each by a large tall blonde girl.  The naked girls looked like the ponygirls from Mistress Elena’s Academy.  A gold oval engraved name plaque over each door gave their names as Jana and Anne.  The girls were not identical, but looked very similar.  Each was tanned to a beautiful  glowing  golden brown.  They were in the two cells farthest from Kari, and nearest the double entrance service doors to the underground garage. 

     Jana on Kari’s left smiled when she saw Kari look her way.  She waved to Kari with a quick  gesture of her left hand. The tiny bells dangling from the rings through her thick brown nipples jingled softly when she moved to wave to Kari.

     Jana was 6 feet – 3 inches tall and weighed 180 pounds, her long honey golden blonde hair was tied back loosely at the nape of her neck.  The muscles in her long bare legs and butt were very well developed and each muscle highly defined.       “Look Annie, it’s the little runner girl, from Elena’s,” Jana, said brightly.  Anne looked Kari over carefully, but didn’t do anything to indicate she recognized her at all.  She was also tall, at 6’2” with very well developed legs, thighs, and butt.  Her long blonde hair was loose to fall around her shoulders and slender arms.  Both ponygirls were in excellent condition, with hairless, flat bellies and nearly flat chests with little breasts and brown nipples.  Jana’s International Slavegirl Registry number was tattooed in a curve on her right areola “505561", her number also included a “P” to indicate that she was a ponygirl, but the P was not included in the tattoo.  Anne’s number “505462" was also tattooed on her light brown right areola.  Their numbers were from Mistress Elena originally and just re-registered under Master Carl, and each had Master Carl’s initials, “LCR” tattooed, in red, just above her hairless pussy.   

     “Ok, time to get it out Kari,” Natale said cheerfully when she returned after nearly half an hour.  She unhooked the ankle straps and assisted Kari from the table.  Kari was feeling better, but she still felt the effects of the gas and the trip in the crate.  Natale led her to the toilet area at the end of the room, opposite the double doors out to the underground garage.  Where six small white porcelain bowl shaped depressions in the floor with a cross-hatched foot shaped step on each side, for the slavegirl to squat on while urinating or defecating. 

     Kari stepped onto the steps and squatted slightly while Natale pulled the nozzle and tube out; a great flood of brown water and small dark chunks of waste followed it.  She nearly fell, but Natale held her up while she regained her balance.

     “One more time to rinse out the soap, and you can rest.” Natale assured her.

     “What about this?” Kari indicated the end of the catheter protruding from her urethra. 

     “I’m leaving it in you for now,” Natale said simply.

     After a second plain water enema, Natale gave her a long hot shower, Kari rested in her cell the rest of the afternoon.  In the early evening Natale brought Kari’s dinner; it was more of the same vegetarian slave-mush served at Mistress Elena’s school, but she ate only half of it.  Soon after she sent Kari to her small bed and attached a tiny hose to the end of Kari’s catheter.  Kari fell asleep immediately and slept the whole night through.

     Kari woke up when Natale brought in her breakfast.  She noticed the ponygirls were gone.  Breakfast was served after her morning enema.  Natale gave Kari a white plastic spoon and allowed her to sit at her dining table to eat her breakfast.

     “Climb up here on the table and lay on your back,” Natale gestured toward the table with her right hand.  Kari sighed softly and climbed up on the cool stainless steel top and spread her legs for Natale. 

     “Lay your wrists in the little holes too,” she said after Kari laid her neck in the rounded cut-out.   Natale put the top half of the stocks in place to pin Kari’s neck and wrists down and then strapped Kari’s ankles to the stirrups.  Finally a three inch wide leather band, low over Kari’s belly, secured the slavegirl’s pelvis in the center of the table.

     Natale screwed the tip of a blue bulb of soapy water to the end of  Kari’s catheter.  She pursed her lips as she carefully filled Kari’s bladder, with the solution.

     The pain was incredible, Kari yelped and cried, and thrashed as much as she could with the severe restraints.  Natale seemed to take no notice as she re-attached the tiny hose to drain Kari’s bladder.

     After Kari was completely drained Natale unhooked the catheter-drain and attached a large pink squeeze bulb of rinse water, a mixture of 1 ounce white vinegar to 1 quart of purified water.  She carefully filled Kari with the clean water and then drained it out.  She rinsed Kari out two more times, and left the hose to dangle.

     “Miss Benson will be here in a few minutes,” Natale said soberly.  “She’s Mr. Reynolds’ assistant and she’s in charge of all of us.”  Kari nodded carefully.  “Don’t speak to her,” Natale said shaking her head, no.  “She won’t answer and might even punish you, so be quiet.” 

     Just as Natale, finished one side of the double door from the garage opened and a dark, trim woman entered quickly.  She looked busy and walked fast, her high heels clicked loudly on the stone floor.

     Miss Benson wore a tight, navy-blue knee length skirt and a sleek multi red colored blouse, it was dark red, bright red, pink and white.  She strode up to the table and stopped by Kari’s head.  She had a smile for Natale, but she looked Kari over dispassionately.  She placed her black leather purse on a shelf under the table and opened it to take out a pair of blue surgical rubber gloves.

     “My, you’re right,” she said pleasantly.  “She is a pretty little thing.”  Miss Benson stroked the left side of Kari’s head and shoulder.  She let her hand slide over Kari’s chest and left breast.  She deliberately pulled and pinched Kari’s left nipple, and at the same time ground her fingers together until Kari cried out.

     “Sshh,” Miss Benson stopped pulling and twisting as she kissed Kari gently on her forehead.  “Adjust her up a little for me, please,” she said to Natale.  Natale had the remote for the motorized ankle stirrups and moved them toward Kari and apart.  Soon Kari’s knees were pushed up toward her chest and spread apart to make her pussy completely accessible to Miss Benson.  She examined Kari’s pussy and gently lifted the end of the catheter. 

     “Did you rinse her out this morning?”

     “Yyeess,” Natale answered slowly.

     “Bet she didn’t like it very much.”

     “No, she didn’t seem to.......” Natale’s voice trailed off.

     “See this redness,” she pointed with her little finger where the catheter exited from Kari’s urethra to Natale.

      “It’s inflammation from having the catheter in so long.  Go ahead and take it out and I’ll get some cream for the redness.”  She turned to go to the gray metal locker by the door to the stairs up to the rest of the house, while Natale attached the bulb to deflate the inner tip to remove the catheter.

     Natale finished removing the catheter as Miss Benson returned.  Kari sighed softly as the catheter slid out of her urethra.  Miss Benson had a large yellow tube of cream with a pale tan, slightly curved, 10-inch long tube on the end; she squeezed a tiny ball of off-white cream out. 

     Without a word she slowly inserted the tube into Kari’s tender urethra.  Kari felt the smooth rounded end as it pushed through the ring of muscle and into her bladder.  Miss Benson squeezed the large tube, to place nearly half of the cream into Kari.  She slowly withdrew the tube and filled Kari’s urethra with the cream as she pulled the tube out.  Kari sighed gently as the inflamation relief started immediately.

     “Thank you,” Kari mouthed noiselessly.  Miss Benson smiled a quick  smile and looked to see if Natale noticed Kari’s tiny violation, but she was occupied disposing of the catheter.  She nodded hastily and moved away to dispose of the remains of the tube.

     Natale put an arm binder and leash to take her to Miss Benson’s neat, orderly office later in the morning.  Miss Benson looked up from her paperwork and smiled when Kari was led in.

     “I’m checking with Mr. Reynolds to have those beautiful long nipples pierced,” Miss Benson said critically.        

     “Oh,” Kari sounded disappointed as she looked down at her own nipples. 

     “Yes, they’ll look much nicer with a little gold ring through  ‘em.”  She looked Kari over carefully and finally said, “I notice you have let your posture slip a little too, I want you to keep your back arched all the time.  So I can see your pussy from behind.”  She nodded toward Natale, “ We have some high platform shoes and a posture trainer for you.”

     “There have been come changes in the laws since you went to Mistress Elena’s,” Miss Benson said coldly.  “Slavegirls are now just property.”  She looked toward Natale for a minute.  “Your birth certificate has been rescinded and replaced with a title, like any of Mr. Reynolds’ property.” 

     “This is your title number,”  Miss Benson reached out and gently grasped Kari’s right nipple and areola.  She finished by looking into Kari’s eyes until Kari looked away.

     “Sit on the floor and I’ll get the shoes on you,” Natale said salaciously and dangled a pair of black leather platform shoes from her right hand. 

     With tears starting Kari obeyed slowly and sat on the floor then put her right foot out for Natale.  The wide ankle strap of each shoe had a small hasp, and Natale had a little padlock for each one.  Kari stood in front of Miss Benson and arched her back to show off her posture.

     “That’s very nice,” she said.  “We’ll still have to put the trainer on for a while.”  She turned and nodded to Natale.

     The trainer was a large clear red plastic hook and length of braided silk rope.  Natale lubricated the end of the hook and gently inserted it into Kari’s anus.  She carefully threaded the end of the red silk rope through the ring on the back of Kari’s collar.  Natale pulled the rope tighter  until Kari’s back arched as desired.

     Noise from the fork lift woke Kari in the night, the two headlights looked like eyes piercing the darkness of the dungeon. The ponygirls didn’t even rouse up slightly.  The forklift deposited a large crate in the middle of the floor before it retreated through the double doors back to the garage.  Kari lay in the darkness for nearly an hour wishing she could do something to get Kimi out, before she drifted off to sleep again.

     “Get up you two,” Lisa Daniel smiled as she called out.  She came in at 7AM to get the ponygirls up for their morning workout.  She was slender and just an inch taller than Kari. Today she wore very short cut off blue jeans and a red plaid shirt tied in a loose knot below her ample breasts.  Lisa’s bare brown belly was firm and muscular, and the muscles of her bare legs were well defined.  Lisa’s Jamaican accent was musical and her bright smile huge today.

     Jana stood close to her cell door waiting to get out to run.  When Lisa approached she quickly turned and crossed her arms behind her back so Lisa could get the leather binder zipped in place quickly. 

     “Looks like you be ready to go todaay, ehh?” Lisa said as she opened the door.  She wrapped the leather binder around Jana’s forearms and slid the zipper across in one smooth motion.  Jana quickly knelt for Lisa to tie her long blonde hair back and slip the bridle harness over her head. 

     The Y-shaped bit had a short prong on the bottom to go through a hole pierced in each ponygirls tongue, a small clip on the bottom held the bit and tongue together.  After the bridle was in place, Jana put out her tongue for Lisa to place the bit properly and get the clip into it’s groove.  She stood and moved to her tall stool to sit for the black leather hoof boots.

     Mater Carl spent several hundred dollars to order custom fitted hoof boots for each of his ponygirls.  Hoof boots fit snugly and kept the ponygirl on her toes, straighter than a high heeled platform shoe.  The boot sole was reinforced so the boot didn’t need a heel.  The fore sole was three inches thick and shaped like a hoof.  Some ponygirls gained as much as 7 inches standing on their toes and the 3 inch sole.  With the hoof boots and Jana’s 6 feet 3 inches, she was 6 feet 10 inches tall.

     Anne was next and Lisa quickly got her tack on and led both out the door to the corral.  The pulling harness was put on in the corral, and both girls were given a small bite to eat and allowed to urinate before Lisa started to exercise them.

     Natale came in without a word as Lisa was finishing Anne and opened Kari’s door.  She didn’t say anything to Kari, but sighed loudly when Kari didn’t seem to move fast enough to suit her.  Kari hurried out to the table and laid across it with her arms in place for the binder.

     “Just get up on top,” Natale ordered softly.  She quickly inserted a plain enema tip and started the flow from a white can already hanging from the stand.  She waited about ten minutes and stopped the flow of cool water. 

     “Get over there and take care of it, simple little bitch,” she ordered.  Natale made no move to aid her as Kari climbed off the table and went to the white porcelain bowl to evacuate the enema. 

     While Kari squatted over the toilet the door opened and a woman who looked much like Lisa walked in and down the three steps.  She wore a short black mini- skirt and pale yellow silk blouse.  Her black leather high heeled sandals clicked softly as she crossed the floor.  She smiled as Kari recognized her as Jane from the mail room at the office.

     “Kari, this is your new mistress,” Natale said flatly.  “Mr. Reynolds hired her to run the new ponygirl training school and the slavegirl section.”  Natale turned and walked up the steps to the main house, leaving Kari and Jane alone. 

     “It’s so nice to see you again Kari,” Jane said smoothly.  “I’m afraid Natale isn’t too happy about this,” Jane shrugged slightly.  “She thought she was in line to run the new facility.”  Jane stopped talking as Natale brought Kari’s breakfast tray.  “We’ll talk some more later,” Jane looked at Kari’s tray and frowned as she turned to leave.

     “Here,” Natale muttered as she turned toward Kari’s cell, “Eat this and get ready to go run.”  Kari looked toward the crate on the floor as she walked to her cell. 

     “Is that Kimi?” she asked while she sat at her table.  She looked around as Natale brought her red running shoes and a pair of white ankle high socks. 

     “Yeah, I guess.”  Natale dropped her shoes on the floor by the table and tossed the white socks in Kari’s naked lap.  Kari washed the vitamins down with a tiny glass of orange juice, and ate half of the slave mush from the bowl.  She hurried to brush her teeth and sat on the padded floor by her cell door to put her socks and running shoes on.

     When she was done she went out to Natale’s desk and stood with her arms crossed behind her back so Natale could zip the new reinforced nylon crossed-arm binder in place. 

     “That new binder is a lot lighter,” Kari remarked.

     “You can thank your Miss Jane for that,” as Natale snapped a 6-foot woven leather leash to Kari’s collar and led her out to the corral where Lisa had the ponygirls warmed up and ready to run.  Natale dropped the wrist loop over a hook on the back of the sulky and left. 

     “Miss Lisa,” Kari said as they started walking, “You sure look a lot like Jane...”  Lisa looked back over her left shoulder and smiled.

     “We sisters, both from Jamaica,” her accent was much thicker than Jane’s.  “She been here fo’ a while, but I just come here soonest.”  She shook the reins to get the ponygirls to start to move faster.

     Kari was returned to the slave quarters after an hour and a half and ten miles of running on the pathways of the huge estate.  Kari was amazed at the size of Master Carl’s property, it was so much larger than she remembered before she left for Mistress Elena’s school.  She found Jane and Natale helping Kimi out of the crate.  Jane asked Lisa to get Kari’s arm binder off and close her in her cell.  Kari turned her back to Lisa and let her arms fall when the binder was unzipped.  She went to her cell and sat in the doorway to slip her running shoes and socks off.  She knelt inside the door as Lisa closed it.  Lisa left to take care of her ponygirls while Jane and Natale continued to get Kimi out. 

     They carried Kimi to a table and laid her on top.  Kimi tried to put her feet up into the stirrups, but couldn’t raise either one up high enough.

     “That’s ok sweetheart,” Jane said softly as she stroked the right side of Kimi’s face.  She ran her hand through Kimi’s short dark brown mass of curls, “You just lay there for a while.  We’ll worry about that later.”  She turned to Natale.  “Do we have an oxygen tank here?” she said very softly.  Natale nodded and they both turned toward the gray double door locker by the steps up to the main house.

     After more rest and a few breaths of oxygen Kimi raised up on her elbows and looked around.  She smiled when she saw Kari kneeling in her cell.  Kimi waved with a little wiggle of her fingers and mouthed a silent “Hi”. 

     “You seem to be doin’ better,” Jane said as she walked up.  “Turn over and we’ll get this stuff taken care of.”  Kimi quickly turned over and lifted her bare legs up to put her feet into the stirrups for Jane to strap in place. 

     Natale brought a large white porcelain enema can full of hot, soapy water.  Jane twisted and gently pulled the soft, black butt plug out of Kimi’s anus.

     She had a dark blue one piece enema nozzle and tube ready to replace the butt plug.  She carefully fed the 3 foot tube into Kimi’s anus and then pressed the shaped nozzle in place while Natale attached the hose from the can.  Jane started the flow and they both turned to the door to the main house.

     Kimi and Kari knelt side-by-side in Consuela Yasmin Roman Reynolds’ study on the third floor of the mansion.  Today Connie wore a short white leather mini-skirt and sleeveless white silk top, with white leather spike heeled shoes and natural color stockings.  Her dark brown hair was loose to fall over shoulders and arms.

     “Firstly,” she said as she walked across in front of the slavegirls.  “I don’t like Mistress Connie.  So call me Miss Connie.”  Both girls nodded in unison as she spoke.  She sat in a straight backed chair already placed near the middle of the room.  Miss Connie casually pulled a pair of white examination gloves over her long slender fingers, when the gloves were situated to her liking she looked directly at Kari.

     “Come over here,” she ordered.  Kari walked to stand in front of Miss Connie.

     “Face that way,” she pointed to her right.  When Kari turned she reached out and put her left hand on the small of Kari’s arched back.

     “Very nice posture,” Miss Connie remarked.  She reached out with her right hand and gently squeezed Kari’s small right breast.  “Very firm, almost feels solid.”  She felt Kari’s left breast, and then rubbed Kari’s long left nipple. 

     Miss Connie’s hand slid gently down Kari’s belly to stop just above her hairless mons, where she pressed firmly with all four finger and moved her hand in small circles.  She stopped when Kari moaned softly.

     “That feel good?”

     “Oh yes, Miss Connie.”

     “Just that little bit turned you on?” she asked as she moved her hand lower to continue the tiny circles at the very top of Kari’s pussy.  Kari writhed slightly and wriggled her hips as the sensations became more intense. 

     Miss Connie rubbed the soft sensitive flesh between Kari’s outer pussy lips and grasped Kari’s triangular clitoral hood between her thumb and forefinger.        She squeezed until she could feel the tiny firm button of flesh that was Kari’s clitoris within the sensitive pink flesh of her clitoral hood, then she concentrated on the super-sensitive clit until Kari cried out with an orgasm.

     “Well that didn’t seem to take much,” she observed.

     “No ma’am,” Kari answered.  “It doesn’t take much for me to cum,” Kari said softly.  “It’s what Master Carl wanted from me.”

     “Go kneel over there by the door,” Connie said as she replaced the gloves with a clean pair.  “Over here,” she said as she looked toward Kimi.  Kimi hurried to stand in front if Miss Connie and turned quickly to stand as Kari had done. 

     Miss Connie put left hand on the back of Kimi’s right thigh, just below Kimi’s rounded butt.  She raised her hand up to find Kimi’s dark pink anus and slowly inserted the tips of her index and middle fingers into Kimi’s butt.

     “Does that feel real tight Kimi?” she asked.  When Kimi nodded she pushed the rest of both fingers inside.  While she moved her left fingers around slowly she found Kimi’s vagina with her right hand and pushed her two middle fingers into the slick opening.  “Did you get wet from me feeling your little butt hole?”

     “Yes Miss....” was all Kimi could get out before she stiffened and then slumped as an orgasm rocked her. 

     Master Carl opened the door just then and strolled into the room, he smiled when he saw what Connie was doing.

     “Find the one you want?” he asked, seriously.

     “Yeah,” she turned to look over her left shoulder at Carl.  “I’ll keep this one.”

     “Ok, she’s all yours.”

     “You can’t just loan her to your friends, unless you let me know first.” Connie cautioned.  “I don’t want a bunch of men fuckin’ her, then when I want her, she’s all full of sticky jism,” Connie returned to fondling Kimi’s pussy.  “You can loan that one,” she nodded toward Kari.  Kari smiled and nodded.

    

     Master Carl and two somber men in dark gray suits sat at the library table opposite Mrs. McCormack.  A stack of photos and receipts were in an orderly pile in front of Mrs. McCormack.

     “The receipts and photos and several hours of video prove you have been helping yourself to money and supplies I put in your care,” Master Carl said gravely.  “I can prove you have taken $81,435.00, in cash and property.”  Mrs. McCormack didn’t say anything, she sat stiffly upright as tears rolled down her face.  “Where is it?”

     “Well the money, um,,,I still have most, er, all of it.  And the stuff,,some I sold an’ some I still have.”  She looked around slowly at both men with Master Carl.  “Are you going to arrest me?”

     “You can get out of it,” Master Carl smiled and seemed to offer some hope to the scared housekeeper. “If you’re interested.”  She nodded slowly and carefully.

     “Just sell me the two girls.”   Master Carl pushed 2 forms across the table to Mrs. McCormack.  She sat with her hands in her lap and looked lost.  She closed her eyes and shook her head slowly.

     “If I don’t?” she finally asked.

     “You go to jail now and I’ll recover most of my money.  Those two little bitches will be kidnaped tonight and be out of the country before morning,” he said as he shrugged.

     “How much do I get?”

     “$81,435.00.”

     “I just keep all of it?”  Mrs. McCormack sounded amazed.

     “And you have to leave the state, out of here in twenty four hours. Period.”

     “My house,,,,,” she started to say.

     “Hire a realtor, but take the money and leave.” Master Carl said as he turned away from Mrs. McCormack.  She had her options and he had nothing more to say.

     “How long do I have to decide?” Mrs McCormack asked softly.

     “Starting now,,,,,,,,oh, say about 14 seconds,” he turned back to the frumpy housekeeper.  “Sign and get out, or refuse and go to the sheriff’s office,” he said with finality.  “RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”  He slammed his right hand on the table in front of the two forms.  Mrs. McCormack grabbed up the pen and signed both forms and stood up quickly.  Master Carl looked at her signatures carefully and nodded to the two men with him.

     “I’ll send someone over to get my van this evening, just clear your shit out and leave the key in the ignition,” he said to her back as she was escorted out. 

     Master Carl picked up the phone and pressed Jane’s office number. 

     “Jane I have two new girls to send to Mistress Elena’s.”

     “Yeah,” he chuckled, “those two.  Get them ready to leave early tomorrow, okay?”  He set the phone back into the cradle carefully, and picked it up immediately. 

     He dialed Jane again. 

     “Please send Kari up to my room this evening, and have her little butt lubed-up.”