Janet came into view, looking exhausted, her hair a wild mess, her naked body having dried sweat and other stains on it as she walked to where she saw Kate at the table. Without a word, she dropped to all fours, crawling to her new Mistress, kissing the thigh facing her. After Mistress allowed such intense orgasms, it was the least this slave could do for Mistress.
"Wasn't sure how long you were going to nap."
"Forever, Mistress Kate, Janet loved that experience."
"We're not in the bedroom, you don't need to call me Mistress."
Janet looked up at her.
"If you desire not in public, I will not. But why not in private as you are my Mistress, my beautiful, sexy, smart, wonderful Mistress."
"Your slaves may not understand."
"My slaves will just have to understand two Mistress can exist." Janet smiled a bit shyly. "Unless Mistress Kate insists on ownership of them, then they are yours."
"Got enough issues in my life now. Such as why the acute triangle must have less angles than an obtuse triangle. They still seem like three each to me."
"God, math was never my subject, Mistress. If you have a geography problem, I can assist."
"Any slaves besides the teacher know anything about this stuff?"
"None I am aware of, Mistress. Janet will look around."
Kate closed the book, looking at the naked kneeling newbie slave.
"Why is slave Randy called randy, yet slave twat is called twat? Not her original name?"
Janet leaned to kiss the thigh again before leaning back. She always refused to discuss her own slaves and background, but now that she was a slave, she was willing to obey the question, explaining randy wasn't his actual name, but a horny male outcast when Janet first met Russell. He was, when she spent time with him, so horny she called him randy and when he wanted to do more than cuddle, she used his own desires for him to learn to please her.
As to twat, she was the prom queen for senior and junior year, the girl invited to parties, who was the one to go to for fundraisers, the popular girl who got things done. She used to try to humiliate those who weren't part of her clique, the popular and mean girls who lived to make life miserable for those considered losers. She went after Janet in their junior year, trying to be smart about having the loser go with the popular girl to the family cabin, pretending to be Janet's friend. Except Janet knew there was no cabin, the loser to be left in the woods.
Instead of the plan, the popular girl lost the battle, spending the week tied to a tree, eventually not threatening her prey, but asking for things. As the girl was led naked down the forest path with a rope like a leash, she soon learned what humiliation was, as well as it was to beg for it since Janet wasn't polite in her revenge. At the end of the week, they returned, the popular girl back with a very changed attitude, now aware of the many pictures and videos of her, so she had to see and be nice to Janet until after graduation.
Once out of high school, she wanted the video and pictures back, Janet making her crawl and beg for them. She got them, only to discover they were copies plus Janet had new footage of her degrading herself. By the time fall came around, the girl was used to be aroused by the acts and begging for permission from Mistress, thus becoming slave twat for the girl she once tried to prove was a loser.
The teacher had a foot fetish, Janet quickly realized in class and by holiday break, he was almost totally focused on her. She went to his house during the break, using her feet to rub his dick and by the time school was back in session, he had his outlet for his fetish, a teenaged Janet having all the power over his career and his life as he sank deeper and deeper into obedience to her.
Kate watched Janet, Janet realizing Mistress was watching her and her arousal went up accordingly. She was past asking how that worked, simply accepting it as how it should be, her naked and aroused, Mistress able to use her as desired.
"So, you are planning on going to work or hanging around here all day?"
"Which ever Mistress desires of this slave."
"I have to study still and will need a ride to the library for class in an hour. Why don't you put your soggy panties on your head and as you suck them dry, think of ways I might want to be happy."
Janet crawled away, kneeling later by the couch, quietly sucking on her own used panties as she watched Mistress write out assignments and read chapters. Janet didn't know about Mistress, but she was a happy satisfied slave as she could do this for Mistress while being able to be so aroused just watching Mistress. It seemed like a long time, not just an hour ago, that she had such an orgasm she passed out.
At the library, Kate went to the private room where she met her teacher, the retired teacher going to his knees as Janet walked in behind her. He had never been submissive around Kate, only knew Mistress Janet told him to teach the teen so she could get her GED. Without a thought, years of servitude took his mind as he knelt before the two in the room. Kate set her stuff on the table as Janet told the professor, her name for her slave, Kate was to pass the upcoming tests or Mistress Kate would be allowed to hang the professor's nuts from her rearview mirror. The retired teacher begged to prove his worth, his obedience to Mistress Janet.
Janet left, getting a hug before leaving for work. The kneeling teacher blinked as Kate sat. She smirked at him.
"You can sit, professor. Mean old lady has left the building."
That the teen used the slave's name was not lost on him as he rose to sit at the table. How this would affect his teaching, he didn't know, but he knew Kate was smart enough to pass, her having his nuts cut off and displayed would only be if Kate intentionally failed the tests. He was not positive but fairly sure, she wouldn't intentionally fail at anything.
Two weeks later, Kate sat for her tests, taking three different ones the same as a dozen other home-schooled kids did. A week later the eighteen-year-old was eligible to take senior classes at home.
She celebrated by sending Mistress Janet with pervert and slut to Las Vegas for a long weekend at a BDSM convention. That would leave her alone for four days, the first time she was truly without anyone to wait on her since she moved in.
Her only appointment was for a party Friday night with Lily, a neighborhood teen who had been friendly lately. She invited Kate to the party to meet others their own age, Kate accepting, aware she had few friends her own age to the point she wasn't sure what held the interests of teens anymore.
Friday night Lily showed up with some guy driving a car, taking the two girls to a house four miles away. Upon entering, it was clear the party was already in session, Kate's first clue there was an issue was the introduction. Lily simply pointed at Kate, said this was the foster kid before telling Kate this was the party. Lily walked away to grab a bottle, pouring herself a drink before walking off. Kate was approached by a man called Bullet, who thrust a plastic cup of drink into her hand. He told her to drink up, get the stick out of her ass and walked away to neck with a girl who seemed to be happy over the action.
Kate raised the cup, hesitating as she saw four pairs of eyes turn to watch her, took a sip, and lowered the cup. The four people watching seemed ticked, Kate having no idea why as she started walking around.
No one seemed interested in her, Kate discovering there were thirteen to the party, six male and six female and one foster kid. All seemed to have drinks in their hands, either liquor or beer, a few were popping some pills, the kitchen counter had wax paper on it, a line of powder on the paper, a small straw nearby.
Kate left the kitchen, found the front door blocked by a coupe making out, the girl's sweatshirt already half off. She wandered past a few more, heard a few comments of 'when was she going to down that drink?' and 'if that foster kid drank more, the party could start sooner". Kate faked taking a swig as she moved the cup around so no one could see if the level was any lower.
Two girls stood in her way, challenging her to a drinking contest. Kate said she'd be happy but not now. They got more adamant it was to be now, the show needed to start. Kate figured her drinking the drink meant she'd put on a show but only if it had drugs in it, an idea Kate didn't like as she made a gagging noise, racing to the hall bathroom, closing the door as she put two fingers in her mouth making gagging noises.
A voice asked what she was doing in there and she locked the door as she said something about the drink didn't mix with her meds and she was feeling ill. It would pass after a couple of heaves. She didn't hear anyone moving, did hear more comments about how were they to use the foster bitch if she didn't take the damn drug? The door was tried, someone pounding on it, another voice telling him to stop, his parents would kill him if the door was busted. He would get the prod to open the lock.
Movement came to her as she turned out the light to see two men moving into position outside the window, cutting off her escape there. Kate got more than a bit scared as she dumped the cup down the sink, leaving the cup where it fell. Then she got angry, looking under the sink for anything for a weapon. She came up with a can of Lysol and a can of hairspray. Not what she hoped for, but better than nothing.
Kate took a few deep breaths, calming her fears. Yes, she was going to lose this fight, but a few would remember the night they drugged and raped a foster kid. Kate sent a text to Janet to take over for her if she was gone when they returned. The noise outside the door indicated the man with the probe was back and as soon as the lock popped back, she pushed it back in.
The door was slammed, didn't give, and Kate saw both men openly looking into the dark window, one appearing to tell the others where she was and was doing. Her fears of being raped and left a mental husk of her former self came back to her. Or worse, she'd have memories of all this. She went to take up the two cans, intent on spraying anyone in range. Her word against a dozen longtime friends, yeah, welcome to the worse night of anyone's life.
Her arms bound behind her before she reached the cans, her feet leaving the floor, Kate shocked anyone got in behind her. She stumbled against her kitchen table, blinking in the dark as she turned to see no one there.
The bathroom door slammed open, the first man in flying through the window, his face and torso gathering lacerations as he flew to the ground, not getting up after two bounces. The second man went into the glass shower door, slamming the tile behind it so hard his rotator cup was shattered as he dropped into the tub.
