The Adventures of Karen - Part 56 - Education 1
Agnes looked confused at the sudden intervention. She was quite convinced that
she had done nothing wrong, but, looking at the two naked males approaching her
she began to have doubts.
'Just hold her there until I tell you to proceed.' Greta called across as she
went towards the two naked and bound slaves, still confused at the change in
the atmosphere. Greta had always had an impressive presence but this time it
seemed that she was dominating the whole room, dominating everyone within view,
just by her presence: words and actions seemed almost superfluous.
'Now, slave Lisa', Greta spoke gently to the sobbing girl as she carefully
stroked the reddened breasts before cupping her abused labia, 'there, that is
better. I'm sorry for that, it wasn't my intention for that to happen.' As
she spoke she began lowering Lisa to the ground. Letting her lie there,
wrists cuffed and legs still held wide by the spreader bar, Greta approached
Karen who was doing her best to see what was going on, an effort from such a
low viewpoint, but she had seen enough to make her realise that something
dramatic was about to happen.
Moving around Karen, Greta quickly unstrapped her restraints before she moved
over to the wondering Agnes. Looking over her should she called to Karen.
'Slave Karen, you may attend to slave Lisa and comfort her as you wish. Once
you are ready you may come over here and observe what will happen.' Greta
sniggered. 'I suspect that you will find it quite an education. Quite an
education indeed!'
Tapping the waiting Ken on his shoulder, she murmured 'Proceed and strip her!'
'No, no no!' Agnes almost screamed her objections. 'What have I done to
deserve this? Please, Greta, you are my friend, how could you allow these,
these males to even touch me without my permission?'
'Wait!' Greta held her hand up. 'Allow me to explain, my friend, or rather,
my former friend. You have gone too far this time, too far after I clearly
told you to be careful.'
'But, but...'
'Silence! Listen. I told you to be careful, I reminded you that you were my
guest and you, of all people, should know that I have strict rules as far as my
slaves are concerned. Strict rules!' Greta was determined now to make Agnes
realise just how far she had transgressed. 'You know, you know that I do not
permit the infliction of excessive pain. You know that I do not permit any
injury to my males or females that my cause blood to flow.'
'But...'
'Silence, I have not finished. Listen to me very carefully, and be sure that,
in the end you will truly appreciate my words. You were beating that poor girl
without any idea of the damage you could have caused. I can just about accept
the amount of whipping her breasts endured, painful of course, but perhaps that
pain would have lead to pleasure soon enough.' Greta paused and looking across
at the two girls who were sat to one side, observed that Karen was gently
caressing Lisa's whip striped breasts. 'Yes indeed, pain can lead to pleasure,
as you can see.'
Greta paused and walked around to the other side so that she could have a
clearer view of both Agnes and the two slaves holding and comforting each
other.
'But, but, what about the cunt whipping? That really was just too much. You
know full well just how damaging a leather strap could be, especially over such
sensitive areas as her clit or her inner labia. There again, perhaps you
don't. I wonder if we should allow her to whip your cunt until you scream and
beg. Hmmmmmmm, I wonder.'
'Oh, no, please no dear fiend. I can only say how sorry I am to have done that.
Let me beg her to forgive me, please. Just don't whip my c-cunt. Please'
'You may be sure that you will be begging her soon enough!' Greta almost
snarled as she leaned towards the hapless Agnes. 'After I've finished with
you, you will be begging for anything and everything.' Turning to the waiting
males, she snapped 'Strip her, strip her naked and make sure she does not find
that an enjoyable experience.'
'No-o-oooooo!'
Agnes began to struggle as, taking one side each, the naked males began to
remove her clothes, began to pull and tug them off, tearing them in the
process. Slowly, despite her struggles, Agnes was becoming stripped, her heavy
swaying breasts hanging bare for all to see.
Greta smiled and offered the thought, 'My, look at those two lovely cocks. See
how hard they are! I really do believe that they are enjoying stripping you.
Why don't you struggle harder and give them some more pleasure. Why, if you
struggle hard enough I might even allow them to fuck you.' She laughed and
looked at Karen. 'After all, that is exactly what she wanted for you.'
'Oh, no please dear dear Greta, don't let them fuck me, don't let them rape me,
you know...' Agnes' voice faded as she realised that she had almost revealed
too much about herself. Hoping to avoid provoking either Greta or the two,
rampant, males any further she stood meekly as the last remnant of her clothing
was stripped form her.
'Good! Now let's see her stand there in all her glory.' Greta moved across
and stood in front of the quivering victim. 'My, oh my, look at those
wonderfully heavy tits, how they hang so heavily. I'm sure that we could have
lot's of pleasure with them!' Greta paused as Agnes gasped at the thought.
'Oh, don't you want us to touch your tits then?' As she spoke she raised her
right hand and delivered a resounding slap to Agnes' left breast, making it
sway heavily until it collided with the right breast. Looking at the effect,
Greta slapped the right breast, then the left breast. 'Look everyone, see how
those lovely tits react to a little firm handling! Bouncing and swaying like
that! I suspect she might like that. Perhaps I'll let these boys take over
for...'
'Nooooooooooooo! Ohmigod, no, I beg you.' Agnes interrupted, fearful of being
hit again. 'Do your worst, but please don't hit my tits, I beg you.'
'Ah, well, I suppose that I can wait for that pleasure. After all, who knows,
you might beg for that yet.'
Agnes looked relieved.
'But, there again, before we proceed perhaps we'll let the victim of your
lashing have a little revenge. Slave Lisa, come over here, now!'
'Yes Mistress!' Lisa moved and stood besides her Mistress. 'What have I done
to offend you?'
'Nothing. Nothing at all my dear. I think that you should be permitted to
have a little, shall we say, revenge, on this wretched woman for the pain she
has inflicted on you.'
'But, perhaps after all, it wasn't too bad.'
'Nonsense, we all saw you screaming and crying. All I want you to do is to
give her,' Greta waved her hand dismissively, 'tits a little punishment. You
can see how nicely they bounce at the touch of the hand. Now you can give her
some of her own treatment.'
Lisa walked nervously in front of Agnes who stared defiantly at her. She
raised her hand and gave Agnes' left breast a gentle slap.
'How foolish are you?' Greta stormed, 'I told you to give her tits some
punishment. Now, hit them harder, make them bounce and keep on hitting until I
tell you to stop!'
Frightened of offending Greta, and overcoming her reluctance to hit those heavy
breasts, Lisa, avoiding Agnes malevolent stare, raised her hand and began
hitting each breast in turn, making them sway and bounce against each other.
After a dozen or so slaps Lisa began to feel a little pleasure at the chance to
inflict revenge for her earlier pain. Even though slapping a naked breast with
a bare hand was undoubtedly unpleasant, she thought, it was nowhere near as
painful as being whipped.
'Stop!' Greta interrupted Lisa as she began to hit harder. 'There, you see, I
told you you would enjoy your revenge.'
'Yes, thank you Mistress.' Lisa bowed her head respectfully.
Turning to Agnes, Greta questioned ' Did you enjoy that that?'
'No!' Agnes spoke in a loud and defiant tone before she appreciated the look
of malice on Greta's face. 'Well, perhaps, perhaps it wasn't too bad after
all.'
'Good, good, I thought you'd see things from my point of view. Mind you, if
you really did like it then I'm sure you would like slave Lisa to carry on.'
Greta paused. 'Wouldn't you?'
Agnes stared dumbly, wondering how to answer. Fearing even worse she mumbled
'Please hit my tits again Lisa, please.'
'Good, but not good enough. Speak properly and ask Mistress,' Greta emphasised
the word, 'Mistress Lisa to hit your tits. Do it!'
Agnes swallowed and spoke a little louder 'Please Mistress Lisa, please hit my
tits'
Lisa looked at Greta for reassurance and then, seeing her brief nod, raised her
hand and delivered another couple of resounding slaps.
'Now say thank you, and say it nicely!' Greta was enjoying herself seeing her
former friends increasing humiliation.,
'Thank you for hitting my tits, Mistress Lisa, thank you!'
'Good, and if it was so good I'm sure you would like her to hit you some more.
Of course there are a couple of volunteers waiting over there.' Greta nodded
at the waiting males.
Agnes, fearing the pain of Lisa's slaps, but fearing the prospect of a large
male hand hitting her even harder, understood the predicament she was in.
'Please Mistress Lisa, hit my tits again'
By now Lisa was herself relishing the feeling of power, raised her hands and
repeated the hard slaps, making the now bright red breasts sway heavily.
'Thank you Mistress Lisa. Please will you hit my tits again?'
Lisa continued.
As the repeated dialog continued, the request and grateful thanks, Greta could
see that Lisa's arms and hands were feeling the strain.
'Enough, enough, time for more of that later, but the lesson must begin soon.'
As Lisa moved to sit next to Karen Greta turned to the males, their erections
still strong and pulsing at the sight of the punishment had been delivered to
Agnes' pendulous breasts. 'You may prepare her now!'
Agnes began to struggle as Ken and Peter dragged her across to the familiar
structure that had so recently been the restraining device for Karen.
Strapping her tightly down to each part of the devilish device, Greta oversaw
their work and made sure that wrists and ankles were strapped sufficiently
tightly to make Agnes gasp with pain. Once she was satisfied with the degree
of discomfort she picked up the remaining broad leather strap and gave it to
Ken to fasten tightly around Agnes' naked body just above the hips.
'Good! I like that, and now, I'm sure, she can appreciate just how much slave
Karen enjoyed the embrace of our little machine.' Greta smiled happily as her
plans for the total and complete humiliation of her former friend began to be
realised. 'All we have to do now is to make you quite comfortable.' As she
spoke she pressed some levers and the whole table-like structure tilted
slightly backwards so that Agnes' head was barely three feet above the floor
and her hips perhaps some six inched higher. Making further adjustments to the
angle so that Agnes heavy breasts flopped to either side of her sweat streaked
chest, she refined the adjustment by setting the lower portion to force Agnes'
legs as wide apart as she could without causing any physical damage.
Stepping back Greta surveyed her efforts. Agnes was lying spread-eagled and
helpless, tightly strapped to the bench in the erotic saltire shape, a shape
that always gave Greta a thrill as it presented the victim, willing or
otherwise, in a position of total submission and helplessness.
'There, my dear, nice and comfortable ... and, shall; we say, available. Just
look at how wide your legs can open, something you've probably not done for
some time. And just look how your delightfully heavy tits are hanging, even
your poor excuses for nipples are looking better now. Oh, my, my, what fun we
shall have with you.'
Greta called to Karen. 'Come here my dear. Now, I want you to look at those
nice hard cocks over there and decide which one of them you would think best
suits our naked friend here. Go on, you may touch them if you like, and I know
you would like.'
Karen ignored Agnes' moans of protest at the thought of a forced fuck, and
walked over to the men. Her slim pale hand grasped first Ken's thick hard
length and then Peter's shining deep black phallus. Satisfied with the length
and hardness of both she then considered the shape of the swollen mushroom like
glans, the size and firmness of the basal rim. Looking finally at Peters
engorged member as it was held, velvety black, in her pale hand, she decided
that perhaps Peter had a slightly more pronounced head on his magnificent cock.
'This one, Mistress, this one is perhaps suitable for the job.'
Agnes groaned as she realised that she was likely to be penetrated by that
massive phallus. Greta, however, just smiled and walked across to Karen.
'Well done my dear, I couldn't have made a better choice myself. Now go over
there and select a nice dildo from that shelf, make sure it matches your
requirements and then bring it over here..
As Karen walked, her naked breasts jiggling slightly, over to the bench, Greta
turned her attentions to the whimpering Agnes. 'My dear, why so upset? You
didn't think I would waste such a wonderful thick hard cock on you did you?'
She paused for a moment. 'At least not yet anyway!'
For a brief moment Agnes looked relieved. No one in the room was aware that she
had never enjoyed more than minimal penetration, preferring her pleasures in
different ways. She hoped that no one would ever find out. Even her husband
was never aware of her most secret pleasures and she had always managed to
satisfy him with a minimum of wifely duties. Then she realised that Karen was
over at the side of the dungeon looking for what Greta had called a 'suitable'
dildo. Even the use of such a common device as a dildo, of whatever size and
shape, was not something that Agnes had often practised and the thought of
being impaled by one, one held in another hand, was not something she was
relishing.
At the wallside bench Karen was sorting through a considerable collection of
dildoes, of all sizes, shapes and colors. She was impressed with the variety
and determined that she would, at some suitable time, request permission from
Greta to not only use a selection for her own personal pleasure, but also use
some of a more discreet size to give pleasure to her dear friend Lisa.
Finally, satisfied, she selected a thick long firm rubber phallus,
appropriately black in color, and with a pronounced glans. Perhaps, she
thought, the rim was a little wider and firmer than would have been the case
with a real cock, but, there again, the size of the head as compared with the
shaft was itself a little disproportionate. Such a wide head on an already
thick shaft seemed a good design for pleasure, deep, satisfying internal
friction of the sweetest kind.
Lifting it in her hand she turned toward the waiting group around the naked and
spread-eagled Agnes. As she moved she looked again at the artificial phallus
and wondered at the odd device at the base of it, below the simulated
testicles.
Greta took the dildo from Karen's hand and showed it to Agnes. 'Look closely
my dear, look closely!'
Agnes began to speak but, looking at Greta's face, realised that she could be
making a mistake. Even as she looked, Greta turned towards the waiting male
slaves.
'Now, I think, is the time.' She smiled as she repeated the words that had
first filled Agnes with dread. 'You two, you know what to do. Do it!'
End of Part 56
(c) 2004 Cathy P
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