Karen took the salve and went to dipshit. She massaged the salve into all of the welts on her back. She then released her and rolled her onto her back and did her front as well. She saw dipshit’s clothes neatly folded in a chair and got them. She quickly helped dipshit dress whispering in her ear that she was sorry.
When Karen was done, Miss Tyree asked, “Karen, how do you feel about what you just did?”
Karen replied with almost uncontrolled sobbing, “I hated it. I think it is wrong to hurt someone, especially for fun. I would have rather had Dipti… err dipshit do all of that to me rather than inflict what I did on her. But as I became more and more sexually excited, all I could think about was to do whatever it took to make my orgasm come as quick as possible. I hit her harder … sob … and harder … sob … and I started to enjoy it … sob.” Karen was crying uncontrollably now.
It took her a few minutes to get control of herself. All she could think about was how she had become what she hated the most in those few minutes. She could never forgive herself for that, even if it was only for a few minutes and she was forced to do it. She couldn’t console the fact that she had actually enjoyed inflicting pain on Dipti (She could not think of her as dipshit any more.). She hated her formerly favorite teacher now more than she hated Darrell and his family. She had taken away that final innocent part of her and destroyed it.
Karen was brought out of her thoughts and back to reality when Miss Tyree ordered, “Both of you go upstairs to the learning room now.”
Karen helped Dipti to walk up the stairs. She helped her to the chair she was sitting in when she first arrived and helped her sit down. Dipti moaned in pain and had obvious tears in her eyes but otherwise did nothing else. Karen finally got dressed and when she was done she assumed her kneeling position that she had been trained to occupy when waiting for orders.
Miss Tyree looked at her watch and told Karen, “You better get going. You’re already five minutes behind schedule.”
When Karen left, Miss Tyree called Deb and told her, “Thanks for giving me the time with Karen. It turned out to be even better than I hoped. You can count on me for the little party you have planned for Karen once you get it scheduled. By the way, that little toy she sent with Karen worked perfectly. I think it will be a very popular one.”
Karen got into the van and looked at the next address and was surprised at the name and the location, one she recognized very well. She started up the van and started driving. She quickly pulled into the parking lot of the public library and parked the van. She looked at the name and address again to confirm this is where she was supposed to deliver the sack. She just sighed, wiped the tears from her eyes and got out of the van. Once she entered the library, she proceeded to the front desk and asked, “Is Ms Traci Martine here?”
The desk clerk picked up the phone and dialed. Karen heard her say, “There’s someone at the front desk asking for you Traci.” There was a short pause and then she hung up the phone.
The clerk turned to Karen and said, “Ms Martine will be with you in a minute.”
In a couple of minutes Traci came out of the main library office. She was wearing a nice white blouse and a black knee length skirt. She saw Karen standing there with the sack in her hand and said, “Karen, what a pleasant surprise. I see you have brought me a package. Let’s go to my office and catch up on old times. I haven’t seen you since before your prom in April.”
Traci told the girl at the desk, “You’re in charge. I don’t want to be disturbed for anything for the next hour.” She then turned and strode back to her office.
Once Karen had entered the office, she closed and locked the door. She opened the envelope with the sack and read it. She went over to a book case behind her desk and grabbed an old leather bound book and pulled it. To Karen’s surprise, the book case swung open and revealed a set of stairs leading down to a basement. Traci turned to Karen and ordered, “Go down the stairs Karen. I have a little surprise for you.”
As Karen started down the stairs with Traci behind her, the book case closed and some very old lights similar to the ones typical in the early 1940’s came on. They weren’t very bright, but they gave enough light to see and left the impression that you were in a dungeon.
As they descended the stairs and into a long hallway, Traci explained, “The library was willed to the city in the early 1920’s by a very wealthy business man. The head librarian’s office use to be his study. When I took over as head librarian last month, I started reading up on the original family that owned this place and found some very interesting reading. It seems that they made their money from the procurement and sale of young girls. The book shelf that the leather book was on had a locked cabinet door on it. No one had ever been able to get it open because there was no key. They decided not to destroy it and left it as is. I know it may come as a shock, but I am a direct descendant of the original owner, Dave Coch. My grandmother was one of his slaves and gave birth to my mother. When she found out she was pregnant, she was somehow able to escape even though she had been a slave for several years. She left the area so he would not be able to find her. Shortly thereafter she gave birth to my mother. My mother passed away when I was a young girl. I started going through all of her things and found a book with a key in it with directions on how to find a hidden chest with my grandmother’s diaries. I started reading about her experiences and the more I read the more I fantasized about what my grandfather was doing. I read and reread those diaries thousands of times and decided that I would become a librarian so I could search for the dungeons she talked about. There was a key in a hidden compartment of one of the diaries. There was nothing in the diaries indicating what the key was for. When I saw the locked cabinet, I decided to try the key on it and see if it worked. To my pleasant surprise, it unlocked the cabinet. I started reading the books in the cabinet and found that they were records of the acquisition and sale of the slaves. When I got to the leather bound book, I was surprised when the entire book case began to move. When I saw the stairs I decided to explore a little and, well look for yourself.”
Traci opened an old heavy door that was made of heavy rough hewn oak. The door caused a hideous creaking noise as it opened. When they walked in, it was like a scene out of a horror show. There were shackles along every wall and about half of them still had skeletons of varying sizes in them. It was obvious that they ranged from young children to adult. Karen got a horrified look on her face and turned to Traci in shock. Traci continued, “It’s obvious that the rumors were correct. I can only assume that they were all alive when the owner that willed the property to the city died. There was no one to release them or feed them. They would have lived maybe a couple of weeks, maybe a little less before they died. You know, when I was reading the diaries I decided that I also wanted to try to be a master to a slave and force them to do things that they would never do themselves. That is where you come in.”