Cara gets an education
Part IV - The journey begins (FF, bd, interr, sm, humiliation)
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"A journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step" I had read that in my comparative religion class last year, Zen I think. I struck me as funny that I would have such a thought at a time like this. Researchers say that the mind will idle on obscure things when the mind is overwhelmed emotionally.
Kim clipped another long curly strand of hair from my head. It tickled as it slid down my nude beaten flesh, brining me back into the moment. I watched in the mirror as she sheared my hair off in big clumps. I could not help the tears or sobs that were battering my body. Once she had finished with the shears there was a short two-inch uneven head of hair left. She then produced an electric hair trimmer and started to buzz the two-inches of hair down to less than an eight of inch. Now I was really crying, I had never before imagined that I would be seeing myself like this. I looked down onto the floor and my lap and saw the long lengths of hair all over. Kim, seeing where I looked said, "Our Queen will use this hair to braid a whip. This whip will only be used for you and it will give you both pain and pleasure. She make me scream many time with whip from my hair, I scream from pain and when it used on my pussy it make me cum good. It very good whip. She have from many of her girl, you will see when we get to Glory"
While she talked she rubbed my buzzed head with her hand causing little particles of hair to fly into the air and settle on my tits and thighs making them itch. She then produced a can of shaving cream and pulled out the same straight razor that had shaved my body so closely earlier. I was crying so hard that I shook and Kim told me to hold still or she might cut me. With every stroke she turned me from the young straight girl I had always been into the hairless lesbian slut I was now. Every pass of the straight razor left a strip of shiny pale pink-white flesh. I could see the shape of my skull for the first time and having seen many baldheads in my life I was pleased that mine was a nice shape. I think the color was the part that I found the most shocking the next most shocking was how much smaller my head looked. My entire body was shaking uncontrollably and for some reason beyond my comprehension I was getting horny from looking at my own freakish reflection. Something about this act of total submission was causing feelings I did not ever have before. I hated what was happening - I loved what was happening. Something about the total conflict of emotions caused a level of excitement I had never achieved before. I wanted it to stop yet I could not help the need to let it continue.
When Kim finished with the shaving she took a hot wet washcloth and cleaned my scalp causing the shine to increase. She then led me to the living room and sat me on the stool in the center of the room in front of the mirror. The mirror that kept showing me the sexual freak I was becoming, the mirror that taunted me about who I had been only hours earlier. I could not believe the way I looked with my freshly shaved head, welted flesh and my puffy-red, tear streaked face.
My whole life I had always had long curly blond hair and had always been proud of it. Now the only hair on me was my eyelashes and eyebrows. The light from the room reflected off my shiny pale scalp and the image in the mirror was nearly unrecognizable. I began to feel panic again but calmed myself with the thoughts of an Ivy League University and five-hundred-thousand-dollars. My breathing slowed and the heat left my face and neck as I realized that no one my age earned a hundred thousand a year. So what if I had to play pervert and take some pain, so what if I looked like a bald sex freak, this was the best bet for my future and I was going to fully exploit it! I had the strength to endure it all, so help me I did!
As I sat and observed the stranger in the glass, the still nude Kim returned with the other two stools from the breakfast counter. On top of each she placed a throw pillow from the sofa and, producing a roll of duct tape, she taped both securely to the stools. She placed each stool in front and to the sides. She then left to go back into the bedroom, leaving me to continue beholding my alien form.
As I observed myself in the mirror, I started remembering my excitement from all the perverted behavior I had participated in this day. It was only about 2:30 PM and I had already seen more kinky things than I had in my whole life before, furthermore, I had been a part of them! I had seen Kim fucked by a huge dildo at the hands of a black Amazon who'd picked her up and fucked her like a rag doll. Then I had seen Kim fuck her pussy up and down on the lovely foot of that same woman, forcing the appendage to bang her to her second violent orgasm of the day.
For my part, I had given over control of my life for five years to a beautiful giant of a black and powerful woman who lusted my flesh. Furthermore, I had my nipples nearly pulled from my chest, my pussy teased by her foot, my pussy spanked to the best orgasm of my life, was suffocated and drowned by a soaking wet pussy until I passed out, then later had my tits and pussy whipped by a petite little Asian beauty and then to top it all off, every hair on my body had been removed. The excitement rose every time these images flashed across my cortex, my heartbeat quickened and my breath got short. My face flushed and the sweat started to gather my scalp as my internal organs quivered and pulsed inside me.
While I ran this through my mind and beheld the spectacle in the mirror. Kim walked up from behind me and said, "The men that are taking us to the airport will be here soon. I will secure you now so that you can stay here and consider your inner feelings while I am readying for trip"
She reached in her bag and pulled out a small leather case, from which she pulled several golden items. First she produced then placed a gold collar around my neck. It had a hinge in the back and a locking buckle in the front. Around the outside were four small rings that were for binding things. Snapping the tiny lock on the buckle she said, "First I will put these on. They will be on you for quite sometime so let me know if they are uncomfortable"
The collar was perhaps three inches from top edge to bottom and perhaps a quarter inch thick. When Kim had finished and let go, it settled onto my neck with a noticeable weight. She then clasped two similar gold cuffs around my wrists but these had some kind of thin spongy padding on the insides. Both the collar and cuffs were such perfect fits that it seemed they had to have been made special for me. Kim took both my hands and moved them up behind my neck and fastened them to ring on the back of the collar. She then put identical cuffs around each ankles then put my feet on top of the pillow capped stools and fastened each ankle securely with a thin gold nylon rope. She then adjusted the position of each stool so that my knees were locked straight and my feet were about four feet apart. This position, with my feet slightly higher than the level of my ass, had the effect of putting a tremendous strain on my stomach muscles. I could neither lean forward nor settle back, I could not rest my stomach muscles. If I leaned back I would topple over with my feet still tied to the stools. This would surely lead to a painfully dangerous fall. Trying to lean forward caused an unbearable pain behind my knees, I guess that I should be stretching more but I was not big on exercise. So the only position I could keep was sitting, slightly leaning back holding all my upper body weight with my weakening stomach muscles. I could tell that shortly there would be a real problem with my stomach's ability to hold me up.
The whole time this was going through my mind the wide space between my feet caused me to have a lewd view of my own sex, I saw my red welted thighs and pussy as well as my whipped breasts. They were still red and throbbing from the beating they had taken an hour earlier. I could see the pink undersides of my feet and I could even see my own excitement glistening around my cunt that was opening and contracting like a hungry little mouth. When my lips parted I could see the vibrant pink of my aroused inner lips. I could see the fluid of my arousal all over and around my hungry sex.
Then Kim said to me, "I come for you in short time but until then I put this on pussy and Tits. Our Queen wants you to be very horny by the time we get to plane" And with that she picked up a small bottle off the end table near by. It looked like a bottle of clear nail polish and it had a little brush inside the cap. She dipped the brush then brought it up to my right nipple and brushed it with the clear gel like fluid. She then did the other nipple and by the time she finished I felt a tingling in the first. When she had finished both nipples she stopped and looked at me with anticipation on her face. Waiting she just watched intently until she saw me reacting.
Soon the tingling turned into a electric feeling and I could see and feel my nipples getting unbearably hard. By the time the second one had started to tingle severely, the first nipple was feeling very strange. It felt like it was hot and cold and vibrating, it both hurt and felt wonderful. A minute passed it started to get so intense that I felt a need to rub or scratch them. This feeling of great need just kept getting worse. "What is that stuff?" I asked.
"It drug made at pharmaa... pharmasuuuticaaaal company that practically whole thing owned by our Queen" she said struggling in her soft accented English.
Once she was satisfied that I was feeling the impact of the stuff on my nipples she leaned over me and brushed some on my pussy lips, clit and butt hole.
"Queen say this like Viagra for older woman", said Kim. "She say that it make old frigid woman still able to have good cum. But when used by young woman it cause very bad excitement. First time I have, I go crazy for good cum. She not give me cum though, she watch me suffer from little thing like this", she said while running a dainty little fingernail over my tortured and overly stimulated nipple.
The feeling this caused was extremely disproportional with the physical act itself. I felt my pussy spasm and fluid started its journey from deep inside to the stool seat. I inhaled in a stuttering gasp and my whole body shook a little. I almost came right then and there.
"Oh Kim! That is amazing! Please keep doing it please that felt so GOOD!"
"Oh what you mean? Like this" and she doing it again.
This time I defiantly felt the girl cream flow out onto the stool seat and under my ass as I shook a little and gasped again.
"Look at this," she said while dipping her fingers into the damp little pool on the seat. She sniffed them first then held them up to my nose. "You smell horny" she said with a devilish smile dancing on her lips. Then she forcefully shoved her fingers in my mouth and pushed them in deep using the back of my tongue to wipe them on.
By now the stuff started to make my pussy and tits feel like there was a million little bugs crawling all over them. The position I was in made it almost impossible to move at all without falling. My stomach trembled from the continuous strain on the muscles. But worst of all I found that this stuff was making me insanely horny, my nipples were burning hard and my clit felt like it would burst from its hardness. Kim leaned forward and gave my pussy a good blow of her breath that almost made me fall from the ecstasy of it. She then abruptly left me there and went back into the bedroom laughing.
The goo from my pussy was running off the edge of the stool on to the floor. The leather seat was getting so wet that I felt like I might slip off of it. The ache! The Itch! The pain - was beginning to overwhelm me. I could see my pussy opening then closing like a little drooling mouth with my clit raising out like a little statue of liberty. I could see my nipples standing, stretching harder than they had ever been and pulsing - bigger then smaller - in rhythm with my pounding clit.
I was loosing my self from the feeling this stuff caused and my stomach was tiring fast. It was shaking and cramping and just when I thought I would topple with the stools onto the floor, Kim came up behind me and said, "You tummy sore? Here rest back on me", she said pulling my shoulders gently back so that I was leaning against her pierced chest. I could feel that the chains had been put back on. I felt incredible relief as I let my stomach relax and I felt my sweat make Kim's breasts slick against my back. I also could feel the terrible nagging desire that was caused by the love potion Kim had brushed on my sex zones. Now that I did not have to worry about toppling I found that I was wiggling around on the stool in an attempt to cause contact with my butt hole perhaps somehow my pussy.
I could cause friction in neither so I thought I would try begging. "Thank you Kim. I thought I would fall soon; I did not have any strength left to sit up. Now if you would only make me cum I would be most appreciative." I said not hiding the need in my voice, "I really could use some help here".
I could see Kim's face in the mirror and I thought that she was the prettiest little Asian girl I had ever seen. I could also see that she was smiling her "devil" smile. She barely touched my left nipple with her finger nail causing a surge of sexual pressure in my tits and cunt then she said, "I can not let you cum. Our Queen was very sure she want you horny, real horny by time you get on plane"
I could see her looking at my face in the mirror as she toyed with one nipple then the other, "I have to get you ready now. Men come to take us to the airport soon and you not ready yet".
She then gently pushed on my back and said, "I will be right back". Then turning she gave my left nipple a hard flick of her finger that caused my body to convulse with an unbearable mixture of pleasure and pain.
The pain in my stomach returned immediately and the muscles started to quiver as I was forced to hold myself up again. I felt as if I would slip off the stool because it was so wet from my leaking sex. The craving was diving me mad and I felt that if I did not cum now I would start to freak. I started to cry again from the terrible longing need and increasingly terrible pain in my stomach. I looked down at my nipples and how far they stuck out. I had never seen them this hard or distended before nor had they ever felt like this. They were throbbing so hard that I could see the bulging-pulse of them. It felt like there was a fire burning on the inside of each enraged nipple. Looking lower I could see the rivulets of fluid that were the fruit of my desire, running from my pussy and dripping off the edge of the stool seat. I saw my clit sticking out like a miniature cock and pulsing like it was breathing with it's own little lungs.
When Kim came back she placed most of my make up on a nearby table as well as some other things. She started with my eyes and put some heavy blue eye shadow and then used a black liner to accent my blue eyes. She then glossed my lips and put a lot of blush on my cheeks. The whole time she was putting on the makeup I was begging her to make me cum but she would not.
When she was done she took the brush for the blush and started lightly brushing one nipple then the other. I started to cry harder and my pleading took on a desperate tone. This went of for a long time until she dipped the blush brush into the pool of girl juice on the top of the seat. She soaked it good and started to brush it on my neck and breasts, she then brushed here and there all over my body. "This way you smell more like the lesbian sex slave that you are. You are big slut like me" she said with a smile playing on her tasty little lips. By the time the front door bell rang I was in a frenzied state of arousal and was begging incoherently for an orgasm.
Kim pushed me forward letting me know to sit up again before she left me to open the door. In came three men with a lot of different kind of gear. I could not believe that this was happening again. More people that were going to see me in this perverted condition.
They all three had on dark blue cover-alls and one wheeled in a wire cage with wheels on the bottom and the another carried what looked like a professional video camera. Kim came over to me and started to untie my ankles while one of the men opened a door on one end of the cage and the other man readied his camera. Before Kim had finished freeing my legs and hands the cameraman was filming us. The other man had opened the cage and stood by waiting while the third man had gone to the bedroom to fetch the suite cases Kim had packed.
"Kim, why is he filming us?" I asked.
"Your Queen wishes to document your whole journey. She is quite entertained by the humiliation such trips cause her girls" she said.
"Oh Kim does he have to do that?" I said blushing all over from the leering of the men.
"Yes, as I have said already" she said with the anger obvious in her voice. "You will submit to me or I will whip you right now in front of these men!"
I decided to go along, I was rationalizing my compliance thinking that with my hair shaved and the heavy makeup I would be unrecognizable to any who might know me.
Kim stood me up and handed me a skimpy bright pink thong bikini and told me to put it on. After I got the thong on as best I could I put on the top and found that it barely cover my hard nipples let alone much of my breast. The fabric of the bikini had a texture on the inside that caused my nipples and clit to react. I could not cum from the contact but it was enough to cause me to feel little jolts of excitement to vibrate me already over stimulated erotic zones.
She then produced two short leather belts that she tightened onto my thighs just above my knees. The last thing was a gold metal belt that went around my waist with it's locking buckle snapped tightly in place - again a perfect fit.
She told me to get into the cage and I dropped to my knees to enter as the fear and wonder returned to the pit of my stomach. I was so over stimulated and the thought of sex so dominant in my mind that I obeyed with out even thinking about what was going to happen once I was inside. I found that I was a sex robot and if anyone promised that they would make me cum I would have done anything at all they asked. ANYTHING!
The rectangular cage was maybe 3' high by 3' wide by a little over 4' long and made out of round metal rods about the thickness of the rods of a shopping cart but spaced much further apart. The spaces were about 4" square which was big enough for someone to put their hand through. Attached to the floor of the cage were several small chains with clasps on the end. There was one in each corner and two in the middle, there was also one hanging from the top of the cage at the middle. I crawled in as best I could until my whole body had passed through the door. The bottom of the cage was padded with some kind of foam and was covered in a purple satin. The act of crawling caused my pussy lips to rub against each other and that almost made me cum. The thought came to mind that I might be able to rub my legs together and cure my horrible craving. Kim snapped the clips onto my wrist cuffs then pulling my ankles she fastened them to the rear corners. Then she spread my knees wide and attached each knee restraint to the adjacent clips, making it impossible for me to rub my thighs together, thus ending the hope I could cause myself to cum. Finally she snapped the hanging clip to my gold belt making it impossible for me to move my ass much at all. After she had me secured the cameraman got down at eye level and filmed me as Kim spun my cage around on its wheels. She stopped the spinning with me facing the mirror again and I could not believe that I was in a cage, hairless, welted and bound. I looked at myself with my tits hanging down barely covered by the flimsy top and my hands, knees, waist and feet all bound to the cage. Kim smiled at the camera and said, "Watch this my Queen". Then she put her hand in the cage just under my hanging nipple and slapped it back and forth with hard short slaps.
"OOOOHHHHH! KIIIIMMMMM..AhhhhAAhhhaaaaaaa...." I screamed from the pain and the near ogasmic pleasure that shot from my burning nipple through my body exploding in my cunt.
Kim giggled then pointed at my cunt and said as the camera moved to view it, "Look at how wet she is my Queen. She has already caused the thong to stick to her lips and she has soaked right through."
Kim then turned her attention from the camera to me. "You will be taken from here in your cage to the airport. This means that you will be wheeled to the elevator then to through the lobby and onto the truck parked in front of this building. This camera man will make sure the whole trip documented", said Kim.
I was mortified! They were taking me out in public like this! How much worse could things get? I looked in the mirror again and saw my nearly naked body welted and shaved. I could not see but I could feel that pussy fluid was running down the inside of my thighs all the way down to my knees. How could I go in public like this?
Kim continued, "If anyone asks any questions you will then tell them that you are going to live with your lesbian Queen and that you are going to be her willing lesbian sex slave. Do you understand?"
"Kim, please don't make me do this. I can't go out in public chained up in this cage. Please, this must be a mistake. Tell me your kidding", I pleaded.
Kim shook her head and said, "You don't have to do this. You can just tell me and I will untie you and you can go your own way if that is what you want. If you do want to go with us you will do as you are told."
I thought of a moment then asked, "Are you sure this is legal?"
"Your Queen thinks of everything and all has been taken care of. Are you going or not?" Kim replied.
"Oh dam! What can I do? Yes I will go, I will go chained up in this cage like some kind of animal" I said - giving in to the will of my benefactor, my Queen.
"Oh Cara, you not some kind of animal. You doggy slut slave of Queen. If you good and do all training you get to be girl slut slave but now you only doggy." Kim said with a little smile playing on her lips. "You thirsty little doggy slut? You thirsty I bet. I get you drink before your trip" she said walking into the kitchen.
I heard the fridge open and close and she returned with a six-pack of beer. She then went to the black bag of horror and pulled something I had not seen since a frat party I went to back in my first year at the University.
It was a large plastic funnel with a surgical tube attached to it. The tube was about four feet long and had a clip about half way down its length. As I recalled they had called it a beer bong at the frat house.
She handed the funnel to one of the men and told him to stand near the cage and then handed the beer to another of the men. The cameraman got a spot where he could shoot the whole scene and Kim squatted down in front of me and held the tube up to my lips. The man with the beer opened one up and poured the whole can into the funnel and filled it and the tube with the beer. Kim waited for the foam to settle then said to me " You drink whole thing and not spill one drop. You have to open up throat and let in. You understand?"
"Yes Kim, I have used one before" I replied.
She pinched the clip opening the tube up and allowing the beer to rapidly flow into my mouth and down my throat in a matter of two seconds. Closing the clip she told the man to put another in and he did. Moments later she said "Here come next" and opened the clip again. This one flowed in even easier than the first and she repeated this two more times.
I could feel the effects already as my head started to swirl. The other effect was my belly distended with the fullness of four beers inside. I was not a big drinker and I knew that four beers would normally make me very drunk but the speed in which the bong put them into my system, I knew, would make me very drunk.
Kim went over to one of them men and whispered something to him and then said out loud, "You take her to the lobby and wait for me there. I will be down as soon as I get clothed and get this place ready for long nobody here".
She then turned to me and said, "You do what I say to you. You don't cause any trouble, you don't complain. You understand doggy slut?"
I could feel the shame rise and the intoxication begin as I said, "Yes Kim I understand."
Between my drunken head and my craving need from the love potion I felt little resistance to the idea of being moved in this cage. My pussy had never stopped throbbing with need nor did my nipples stop their incessant teasing. I could still feel my pussy creating an abundant supply of fluid that kept the rivulets running down my legs. My asshole was craving too and I felt as if I had an itch that had to be scratched but could not. I was feeling drunk and desperate. I needed an orgasm and I needed it soon!
One of the men opened the front door and another started to roll my cage across the living room toward the common hallway. The cameraman kept moving around me in order to get a better angle and my head started to spin as the cage crossed the threshold. Once we were out in the hall they started to roll me down toward the elevator. When we got to the elevator door I began to think that maybe we would get out of here without seeing anyone. But when the elevator door opened inside it was my next door neighbor. She must have been shocked because she jumped and her face got white. After a moment the elevator door began to close and one of the men put his arm in and stopped it. He then asked if this was her floor. She seemed to get her wits about her again and said yes it was.
As she stepped out she looked at me and a sign of recognition came into her face and she said, "Cara!? Is that you? What happened to your hair? What happened to you? Oh my, are you alright?"
I could feel the blood rise to my face like flames climbing up curtains. "Ahhh..Well...I am...I'm fine. I'm Ok." I stammered.
She started to look at the three men then down the hall toward her unit with a frightened look on her face. "What's going on here?" she said with the look of panic raising in her face.
I knew that I had to reassure her or she would call the police and that would only make things much worse.
"Jane!" I said. "I am fine Jane. These men are taking me to my new home" I said trying to sound like I was fine. "They are taking me to my lesbian Queen. I..I aaam.. ahh I am going to be her new lesbian sex slave. So you see everything is alright. This is something I want to do and these men are helping me"
"That's right Lady" said one of the men. "We din't do nutting. We are juss doin a job here"
"Jane, he's telling the truth and so am I. I wanted this so just go home now but thank you for your concern", I said hoping she would calm down.
"You are going to be a What?"
"A lesbian sex slave to my Queen", I replied. I could still feel the shame burning on my face but I tried to sound like I was a totally willing partner.
"But you have bbbeen beaten. You have been crying! I'm going to call the cops!"
"NO! Jane - dam it. Just mind your own fucking business bitch!" I yelled.
"What?" She stopped retreating and asked, "You really are going to be a sex slave?"
"Yes I am" , I said, "So please just let me be"
"Well....I guess ..ahhmm..Well. All right. I uhhm I'm going to go home then" ,She said backing up to the corner then quickly walking around the corner and down the hall toward her place.
The men started moving me again. I could not stand this. My pussy, tits and asshole were still going nuts and I cold not handle the need. I was also drunk and could feel the need to pee. Compound that with all the shame and humiliation I felt and it all combined into a bottomless black hole of a moment.
Once we were in the elevator I started to really feel the need in my sex again and the idea came to mind that maybe one of these guys could help. I had been through so much already asking them would not be the worst humiliation of the day, "Aahum.." I said clearing my throat, " I was wondering if one of you could...Well I was hoping that...I thought maybe one of you might please just touch my pussy."
They just stared at me in silence.
"You see I really need to cum and as you can see I can't help myself so I was hoping one of you could just touch my pussy."
Silence.
"Please, you don't know how bad it is. I am going nuts and I really need your help. Would one of you just touch my pussy?", I started to beg.
Silence and stares from then caused me to lose it.
"DAM IT! WHAT ARE YOU A BUNCH OF HOMO'S? I SAID TOUCH MY DAM PUSSY! TOUCH IT NOW!" I yelled just as the elevator door opened up to the lobby.
There was one man and two women waiting for the elevator. They had all stopped talking and there was only stunned silence. I did not think it possible but I felt more shame now than I did upstairs. In the group was a doctor and his wife who lived in the penthouse. With them was a woman that I had seen exercising in the gym when I went down for a steam bath.
"What the hell is going on in here?" the Doctor's wife finally said.
I felt so drunk and defeated that I replied by saying, "I am going to my Queens...I am going to be a lesbian sex slave". They had all heard my screaming demand that these men touch my pussy and this woman had always been at total bitch anyway.
The Doctor's wife was stunned back into silence and her husband stared at me with a surprisingly large bulge in his pin stripped trousers. As I was pushed from the elevator into the lobby everyone but the woman from the gym got on the elevator. The cameraman turned to film their faces as the door closed. Just before the woman started to yell at the camera man saying, "Don't you dare take my picture.....@!#@$%^". The elevator doors were sealed and she could not be heard anymore as the car moved up, retuning them to their normal lives.
The gym woman approached me and stared for a moment. I was rolled to the center of the lobby and two of the men said to the cameraman, "We'll go pull the truck up to the front. You wait over there in the chairs for the other one to come down and we'll be right back." With that the two left and the cameraman sat down placing the camera on his lap pointing at us but it seemed to be off.
"so..." Said the woman, "You are going to be a sex slave?"
"Yes" I said. "I am going to be a lesbian sex slave to my Queen" I repeated in a drone voice. At this point there was no spin that could explain my condition and I was so drunk and horny I had little desire to try to hide any of it.
"Why do you need someone to touch your pussy so bad that you would beg for it at the top of your lungs?" she asked.
Now I normally would have wanted to crawl into a hole and normally I would not have been sexually excited but I was not normal right now. I had a need that I had such as I had never had before and I wanted someone to make me cum and I wanted it bad.
"Well...umm...I really am horny and I need to cum" I said.
The woman looked around and no one but us were in the lobby right now. I don't know where Burt was but I imagine that he was somewhere jacking off if that hard on he left with was any clue.
She sat down in a chair near me and pulled the cage over closer to her chair, "Would you like me to touch it for you?"
I told her, "Oh would you? I really do need it."
She leaned down putting her hand in the cage and touching my tit flesh where the welts were. She cupped her hand feeling the weight of my breast and asked, "Do they hurt?"
I was feeling the giddy lust from her gentle touch and all I could say was, "Mmmmmmm" as I nodded my head up and down.
Her hand slipped out of the cage and turning my head I could see her put it through behind me. Then I felt her touching my thighs where Kim had beaten me. I felt her run four fingernails up my thigh scratching me lightly until she reached my pussy. I felt her use a fingernail to pull aside the skimpy thong fabric and look at my cunt.
"Wow..Look how wet you are. You are making a puddle in your cage!" she whispered with excitement in her voice.
Then I felt one nail scratch one lip and the feeling was like the best sex I had ever had. I felt a ball of fire building in my stomach and my pussy started to open and close from its need. I could feel the free flow of my juices start to run and I knew that in a moment more I would cum.
That's when I heard Kim's voice saying "What the FUCK do you think you doing doggy slut!?"
The woman, startled, pulled her hand from the cage. "I aaa. I aaa... SHE SAID IT WAS OK!" she said like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
"I am sorry Miss. I was talking to Cara the new Lesbian slut doggy of our Queen. It not your fault she biggest kind of slut. I wish that I could let you do what you like but our Queen say she no cum.", Kim explained.
The woman, opened mouth sat looking at Kim then back to me with a shocked look on her face. She was breathing heavy and in a husky voice she asked, "Wh...Whooo.. is your Queen?"
"Here, this my card, my name Kim and I am lesbian girl slut of my queen" "I am Linda" said the woman taking the card.
Giving it to her Kim said, "If you like you can call see if our Queen like to see you. You maybe get to finish what you like to do with doggy slut if OK with Queen. You call and we make time, our Queen like to have others enjoy her girls. You call in day or two and we make araaangments."
Just then the truck pulled up in front of the glass doors.
"I very sorry we need to leave for airport now, we late but it nice to meet you Linda." Kim said, giving a signal to the man that came in from the truck that it was time to go.
Linda sat and watched in stunned disbelief as I was rolled from the lobby out the front doors to the driveway of the building.
The Truck was a pickup sized flat bed type truck. There was one of those elevator type lifts on the back and the driver had already lowered it to the street. I was wheeled onto the lift and raised up to the level of the bed. They rolled me on facing me to the back and started to lash the cage securely to the back of the truck. This truck had no sides or walls of any kind to block people from seeing my bald, beaten, nearly naked flesh.
I watched a convertible mustang pull up with a beautiful Latin girl driving. The cameraman got into the mustang's passenger side and Kim went up and jumped into the back seat of this crew cab flat bed. The driver and the other mover got into the front of the truck and we all started out of the drive and onto the busy afternoon traffic.
It was summer and warm but the breeze was still causing me to feel cold. I could see the people on the sidewalks pointing at me and the people in the cars behind us where staring wide-eyed. The beautiful Latin girl and the cameraman were directly behind filming my journey.
The further we went down the side streets the more of a commotion I caused. I could feel the breeze on my wet thighs and pussy. Where I could feel the wetness on my thighs drying in the breeze the wetness of my pussy did not dry at all. The flow was so consistent it had no time to dry and worse than that the wind blowing on it only had the effect of causing a greater need to cum than before.
The truck made a turn and as we rounded the corner I could see the sign posts that signified a freeway entrance. Before we actually got onto the freeway a siren went off and the flashing light of a Highway patrol car came flying around the corner behind us. Both the truck and the Mustang pulled to the side just at the end of the ramp and the cop car pulled past us and parked. I could not see what was happening but I could hear some people talking but the noise from the speeding cars obscured what was being said. Then the Patrolman walked into my view and I could hear him say, "Look buddy. I don't care what you say you have a permit for. You can't drive this woman in the back of the truck like this. You are going to have to get her out of there or I am going to take you all in".
He took off his hat and wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his uniform as he looked at me. "What the hell is this all about lady?" he asked.
I was paralyzed with embarrassment and my head spun from the beer, humiliation and raw lust that were racking my very being. I stammered and finally forced the words from my mouth in a near whisper, " I am going to be a lesbian sex slave and I am going to live with my Queen"
"What did you say?" he yelled over the sound of the traffic when the lovely Latin woman stepped from the Mustang and approached the officer.
When he heard the door slam behind him he turned with his hand on his gun. The Latin woman put both arms out and up slightly and holding some papers in her right hand
"Its alright officer.. I am Julissa Gonzalez and I'm an attorney. I hold here in my hand a permit issued straight from the Mayor authorizing us to transport this girl like this for a film that we are making." She said in a rather dropout voice.
The officer, still resting his hand on his gun, took the paper. He backed away and said "Nobody go anywhere. I am going to my cruiser to check this out". He then left and went out of my sight.
When he had gone the Latin woman walked up to me and said, "I am one of Joyce's attorneys and there is no need to worry about a thing." Reaching in and putting her hand under my chin and raising my head to look directly at her she said, "Joyce certainly knows how to pick 'em. You are a lovely little slut aren't you?"
She was wearing a beige two piece business suite with the skirt cut high up on her leg. She was really built with large breasts and perfectly long legs. She wore 3' beige strapped sandals that showed her lovely painted toes. On one ankle she sported a small tattoo of a cherub holding a harp while sitting on a cloud. Her hair was long and brown and she had a bone structure in her face that accented the beauty of her delicate features. Her thick lips were colored with a shinny red gloss and her big eyes were an incredible tone of brown.
When I just stared at her and did not respond she reached down and slapped my tit hard saying in a slightly gravely voice, "You will respond whenever a superior speaks to you!"
"I..I...Are you sure it will be all right?" was all I could think to say as the pain and pleasure racked my body causing it to shiver.
"Right now he is calling his captain who will call his commander who will call his chief who will call the Mayor. And since the Mayor could not have won the election without your Queens money he will tell them all to shut the hell up and let us go our way. It may take sometime but we will be leaving here as we are", she said.
"Look" I said, " I really need to go pee. Kim gave me four beers before we left and now I have to really go! Could you please let me out so I can find some place to pee?"
"Even if I let you where the hell would you go around here? I think it would be best if you shut your mouth and just look sexy. That is your function - Look like a fuckable little sex slave - that's all you got to do" She said with a hint of violence in her voice.
A moment later she used her cell phone and walked away speaking into it. When she was done she walked up to me and said with a smile, " I think that should please Joyce" and with that she turned and sat down in the drivers seat of the car.
It seemed as if a half hour had gone by and people were gathering on the overpass behind. My need to piss was now competing with my need to cum and the wind from the freeway was tormenting my already tortured pussy
A moment later a van, with a satellite type antenna on some kind of a long folded arm on the roof, pulled up behind the Mustang. Soon after a woman in a dress suite holding a microphone got out of the passenger side and a man with a big tv camera got out of the sliding door just behind her. The rushed up to where I was and turning her back to me she started saying, "I'm here on the 6th street on ramp where a mysterious young woman is bound in a cage on the back of a pick up. The police have stopped the truck and are purportedly calling for back up so that the woman can be released and questions. I'm Gloria Fernandez with channel a Channel three exclusive."
As this nightmare unfolded in front of me I noticed the Joyce's cameraman stand up in the Mustang so as to get the whole mortifying moment of tape.
Turning sideways and shoving the microphone in my face the reporter asked, " Miss, what is going on here? Are you in any kind of trouble? Were you Kidnapped?"
"I... I.... I mean...Well I uhh.." I said trying with out hope to hide my face.
"As you can see this woman seems to be in some sort of sexual enslavement!" she said turning back to the camera for a moment before tuning to me again. "Miss, is it true that you have been wheeling around like this telling people that you are some kind of sex slave?" she asked with a incredulous tone.
"I ... please.... Please just leave me alone" I said in a soft defeated voice.
" Miss really, is it true that ...." but before she could continue I saw her eyes focus behind and to the side of me and a second later the officer walked past me and the news crew and walked to the Mustang.
"Officer! Officer can you tell our viewers what is going on here?" the reporter shouted as the cameraman panned over following the patrolman.
"No comment," is what he said to the camera. Then turning to Julissa he said, "Mam I am very sorry for the inconvenience. Everything here is in order and you are all free to go"
"Why thank you Officer. We understand and appreciate the job you boys do for us.", said Julissa.
The cop turned and quickly left shaking his head a little and the reporter ignored Julissa and turned back to me.
"What was that about Miss? What are you doing in the back of that truck dressed like that?" she shouted over the sound of the freeway.
By now the over pass was crowded with people and they were shouting and whistling down in our direction.
I felt that I did not need to or want to say a word to this woman and continued to try to hide my face. While I did this I could hear Julissa yell over the noise, "Isn't there something you are supposed to be telling people?"
I froze up. I mean now I'm supposed to report to the media what I have become!
Julissa got out of the car and walked up just behind the camera man and shouted, "You had better answer 'CARA'"
I could feel the burn in my face and I felt that my bladder was going to fail me. I mustered up whatever it was inside me that enabled me to say, "I am going to be a lesbian sex slave. I am going to live with my lesbian Queen."
With this the reporter said, "What do you mean sex slave? What is it exactly that you do?"
"Answer the question" said Julissa with a nasty tone.
"I just started today but my main job is to please my Queen" I barely could say through my constricting throat.
"What is involved in that?" the reporter fired out.
"Well so far I have been used for sex and for punishment. I have had my faced humped by my Queen and have cleaned her feet with my tongue." I started to feel a surge of blood to my head and I was getting very light headed. I started to feel sick in my stomach and started to dry heave a little.
At this Julissa placed her hand on the shoulder of the cameraman who stopped shooting and pointed the lens to the ground. The reporter looked at me and said, "It's Ok honey. I'm finished."
She then turned and walked up to Julissa. They both hugged and kissed as the cameraman walked back to the Van.
I could not hear what they said but after a moment of talk Julissa went back and got into the Mustang and starting the motor she flashed the headlights and both her and the truck I was on pulled away from the side and into traffic.
I watched the people on the bridge getting smaller and smaller as my head started to spin more and more. The beer and all the excitement had gotten to me. I could feel the blackness grip my mind as my head hit the velvet-padded floor. Flying down the freeway in a metal cage on the back of an open flatbed truck. Ass in the air, knees and feet spread wide and my face on the floor drooling and fighting to keep my eyes open.
The wind whipped over my bald scalp and I fought the darkening circle of vision. I gasped for air in attempt to claw my way back to conciseness but the battle had really already been lost. The circle of white got smaller and smaller until the tiny pin point of light went dark.
Note: I thank everyone who has sent in comments; they help to motivate me to keep writing. I am not sure how much longer I will stay interested in this story. I know that there is at least one or two more I will pretty much do for sure. However, the story I have in mind would really require many more than that. I will continue to spend the time and energy as long as I still feel interested.