The Adventures of Karen - Part 9 - Training Begins
Karen had watched, fascinated, as Karl paddled Lisa, making her ass redder and
redder. She could see that far from being punished, Lisa was actually enjoying
the pain; Karen understood herself that the sharp slaps from a leather strap
were in fact quite stimulating after the initial few blows. She saw, as Karl
had seen, that Lisa's arousal was indeed making her sweet juices flow copiously.
Karen could only watch and envy her that special pleasure, an orgasmic release
without any direct contact on the most sensitive parts.
As Lisa was released from the warm embrace of her Master, Karen could tell, by
the way she was walking, that she still needed further pleasure. As she stood
facing the wall she saw the almost imperceptible clenching and unclenching of
Lisa's rounded thighs. It was quite dim in that corner and even had he looked
it was unlikely the Karl would have noticed those subtle movements. Karen
understood them only too well, she had had many pleasurable times discreetly
flexing her muscles and stimulating her own swollen clitoris, even in quite
public places, standing or sitting, when even the passers-by would be hard
pressed to know that they were within touching distance of a girl in an aroused
pre-orgasmic spasm. Karen recalled one special occasion when, eating at a
fashionable restaurant, with some friends, she had felt the urge upon her. She
had spent some several minutes gently squirming on her chair and flexing her
thigh muscles and, although almost in control, had involuntarily uttered a
slight gasp which was commented upon by an adjacent waiter. He enquired if
'...Madam was feeling unwell?' to which she could only shake her head, but, with
the magic of the moment almost spent she had hurriedly left the table and
visited the powder room where, without even entering a cubicle she had
masturbated frantically until the inevitable release came to her. She
remembered standing, leaning rather, against the wall, looking at her flushed
face in the mirrored wall as she licked her wet fingers, and then, hearing the
outer door opening, having just time to straighten herself up and pretend to be
adjusting her makeup. Her sweet reverie was suddenly interrupted by the voice
of Greta behind her.
'Now pay attention my sweet little slut,' Greta whispered softly into her ear,
'you are going to learn to control your urge to cum until I give you
permission!'
Karen felt a thrill of anticipation, of fear almost, rush through her. She knew
too well that when she got to a certain point she could never stop herself,
although she had tried many times in the privacy of her own bed to bring herself
almost, but not quite, to orgasm. Even with her girl friends, particularly her
current one, (who was unknown to Andy), she tried to avoid cumming but it always
took the expertise of another to control her desperate search for release, and
even then it did not seem to take too long before she felt the familiar
pounding, the racing pulse, the incredible feeling of pleasure.
'This may take us some time, my dear, several days, and nights too, perhaps,
before you master your urges, but we shall succeed, never fear!'
Karen wondered, her eyes rolled and she tried to speak into the gag, but only
succeeded in making incomprehensible grunts.
Across the room, the dungeon, Andy was still standing, naked and blindfolded,
his cock even now semi-erect. Plucking up his courage he ventured to speak.
'Mistress, Master, may I ask a question please?'
He was quite proud of his daring even though fearing the worst. Karl, who had
been sat near him, was still in a pleasant after-cum mood and he allowed himself
to answer.
'Yes, slave, one question is permitted, and only one.'
'Thank you Master.' murmured Andy, keeping his voice low and submissive to show
that he knew his proper place in this house, 'how long will we remain as your
guests here before we return to our work? We have only a few days left before
we must report back.'
Karl smiled grimly behind Andy's back, a smile that Karen could not see.
'Never fear my slave, I have arranged matters so that you and your slut woman
can spend as much time here as it pleases me!'
'But, but...', started Andy.
'Silence, slave, I can do what I like with you both, I own you both now, do you
understand, OWN you! You both work for one of my companies and the Manager
there will do exactly as I tell him. As far as he is concerned you are both on
an extended, fully paid, leave of absence. So, you see, you are ours, all
ours.'
'Yes, all ours, all mine!' Across the room Greta smiled happily. 'And you may
even see your superior in a different light one day soon, both he and his wife
also serve us when we wish it!'
Andy listened to these comments and his heart sank, he knew that nobody was
aware of where he and Karen had gone, he had no family or even any close
friends, and Karen's family lived thousands of miles away. They were truly at
the mercy of this couple, their playthings for whatever and whenever it took
their fancy.
Greta walked around Karen, stroking her fingers lightly across her naked flesh.
Karen shivered slightly, a shiver of anticipation rather than fear. The fingers
lingered along the sensitive flesh at the base of her heavy breasts, flesh that
would normally have been covered by the drooping of her breasts.
Greta stroked gently and began to talk to Karen.
'Yes my dear, what heavy tits you have, what heavy sagging tits indeed! No firm
pert shape like a sweet young girl! You must have had many hours of pleasure
playing with these sweet globes', she cupped one and rubbed it and teased it
gently, 'to make them hang so low.'
Karen felt the familiar pleasures of stimulation; she had to admit to herself
that Greta was right, she did love playing with herself, she loved making her
own private kind of love to her sweet heavy tits, stroking and cupping and
lifting them. Damn Greta for reaching into her deepest secrets.
'Yes, you love those drooping tits don't you?' Karen nodded, 'and I wager you
love your nipples even more!'
Karen had to nod again, as she felt those now-familiar fingers begin to tease
and pull her rapidly hardening teats. Damn the woman again! She knew so much,
but even she could not truly know the incredible pleasures that she got almost
every night in bed when, after a session of tit stroking, she would lift them
up, and present them in turn to her eager waiting lips, where she could lick and
suck them to her hearts content. Not even the Greta herself could possibly
imagine how Karen enjoyed this special pleasure, how she could even cum if she
was in the right receptive mood. And to think some of her friends had talked
about 'vaginal orgasms', 'clitoral orgasms' and the like. She considered
herself so very lucky to be able to experience so many varied orgasmic pleasures
and she hoped dearly that she could keep some of those secrets even here in this
place of pain and pleasure.
Greta continued to fondle Karen with one hand as the other hand wandered between
her legs, feeling the moistness, no, the wetness, the flooding, within.
'Hmmm, you are so wet, my dear, shall I make you cum now?'
Karen opened her eyes wide and pleaded, grunting into her gag, desperate to cum.
The intense pleasure of being bound totally naked and exposed on the saltire had
aroused her almost beyond endurance. 'God', she thought, 'this is so good, so
exciting! I know I need it and it's been so long'. So long indeed, she had not
experienced many serious bondage pleasures since her marriage other than the
scenes she and her girl friend enacted regularly at their flat before she moved
in with Andy. Greta slowly stroked the swelling, hardening clitoris as Karen
felt the familiar pounding begin. She was getting so near, so very very near.
Suddenly the probing fingers stopped. Karen almost sobbed, so near, so
desperate, but there was to be no relief.
Greta looked at her husband. 'May I use the slut for a time over here, my
dear?'
Karl nodded his approval.
'Lisa', Greta called, 'come over here and begin to work on your new little
slave!'
Lisa walked unsteadily over, her ass still glowing from the attentions of Karl ;
her own swollen love flesh still not fully satisfied. She felt lucky, she had
not expected to be allowed to perform after she had offended the Master.
However, she knew, that in this house, the word of Greta was paramount, her
husband always deferred to her.
'You will make love to this slut, she will be your slave for a time. Do
whatever you wish to her, but do not allow her to cum. Bring her to the very
edge of desperation but do not, do NOT, let her cum, until I order it.'
Lisa nodded and murmured her thanks to her Mistress. She stood before Karen's
naked form, her every intimate part fully exposed, from the tips of her sweet
bare toes to the top of her head, her only covering the wide leather straps
around her ankles and wrists and the strap holding the ball gag in her mouth.
'Before you begin, slut Lisa', Karl intervened, 'you should change her gag for
one of those cock gags you like yourself so much.'
Lisa nodded, she understood. She was used to being gagged, it was indeed a
pleasure for her to feel subservient and humbled like that. Given the choice
she enjoyed the cock gag, of whatever size she was given, more than any other,
more, even, than the ring gag that Karl liked to use on her when he was in a
particularly dominating mood. She walked over to Karen, looking directly into
her eyes, trying to express her desire without speaking. She undid the strap
holding the ball gag and removed it; placing it on a nearby bench she picked up
a medium sized cock gag, medium in length, if not in girth. Apart from its
squatness, it was shaped exactly like an fully erect, swollen headed cock, even
having a hole through it, in this case for air, rather than the liquid treasures
a true cock could yield. She inserted it deep into Karen's waiting, eager,
mouth and strapped it firmly in position.
Lisa stepped closer to Karen and began to trace her fingers over her swelling
nipples, pinching and pulling them in turn until they grew red and swollen yet
again. Once they were hard enough she bent and nipped one between her teeth and
gently tugged on it, making Karen first wince and then gasp through the gag with
obvious pleasure. As Lisa continued the treatment alternating between each tit
Karen began to wriggle in her bonds, moving her ankles and wrists slightly.
Greta saw her struggles with a particular pleasure, there was nothing she liked
more than to see naked girls in some form of bondage working on each other and
any struggles only made the scene more intensely satisfying for her.
'Pull those straps much tighter, slut Lisa, stop her moving now!'
Lisa moved quickly, pulling the wrist straps as tight as she could, a sensation
that was not unpleasant for Karen. Then she bent down, her own tits swinging
and hanging down as she adjusted the ankle straps. This time it was Lisa who
had the chance to touch those sensitive bare feet and she spent more time
stroking each bare foot, stroking between each bare toe before she bent right
down and began to suck each big toe in turn. Lisa was by now an accomplished
expert in sucking cock, and this change of target was nothing new for her, in
fact in many ways she enjoyed foot worship even more, if that were possible.
As she made love to Karen's bare feet, Karen herself was beginning to breathe
more heavily, the erotic pleasures below her having their desired effect. In an
attempt to get some pleasure, some relief, she began so suck long and hard on
the cock gag, imagining it to be a solid hard cock ready to penetrate her.
Inevitably she tried to obtain some small relief by sucking hard on her gag,
Lisa had sensed an impending orgasm and knew she should try and keep her naked
and willing victim on the edge of release, so she stopped laving the bare feet
and soles and moved her attentions towards the soft inner thighs, sensing the
sweet muskiness of Karen's excitement. As Karen began to tremble and tense,
Lisa stopped her ministrations and paused, just blowing gently across the red
swollen clit in front of her, teasing and tormenting Karen without helping her
release.
Greta leaned forward and nodded approvingly, 'Good slave, good slave, keep it
up, make her suffer!'
Lisa loved being praised by her Mistress and continued the sweet torment, but
her unfamiliarity with Karens reactions caused her to almost misjudge her work
and let her cum. Just in time she sensed the danger and stood up abruptly,
causing Karen to moan in desperation.
Changing her methods, Lisa began to play with Karen's right tit, lifting and
pulling it, squeezing it and rubbing it, giving Karen yet more stimulation.
Finally, she held Karen's head and pulled it forward and down a little, and then
she began lifting the full, heavy tit towards her gagged mouth. Lisa started
gently rubbing the swollen nipple across the strap holding the gag in Karen's
drooling mouth. The stimulation of a warm erect nipple rubbing on smooth soft
leather was too much for Karen to bear, she began sucking the cock in her mouth
more and more fiercely as Lisa tormented her nipple, making Karen wish for her
to treat her other tit equally. Lisa, however, knew the sweet frustrations of
being partly tormented, of having one tit worked on to the point of orgasm while
leaving the other hanging and untouched, knowing that eventually the lightest
touch on the other tit, the other nipple, the other erect nipple, could easily
bring the victim, the lover, to a rapid orgasm.
But before she could experiment with Karen's feelings in this way it was too
late! With a deep moan into the gag Karen shuddered and orgasmed, her sweet
juices running copiously down her outstretched and naked thighs.
'You stupid useless slut!', thundered Greta, 'I told you to keep her on the
edge, and not let her cum!'
Lisa moved away hanging her head in shame.
'Sorry, Mistress', she murmured, 'please forgive me, please, I beg!'
'Now you will both be punished!', Greta was quite beside herself, she had
secretly almost cum watching the naked pair and being frustrated like that was
not at all satisfying. 'You will both sit on the horse.'
Andy, meanwhile, was still standing patiently, blindfolded and naked, with his
cock in what had seemed a permanent semi-hard state. The sounds of the activity
across the room had been erotic enough but now that Greta had intervened it
seemed even more exciting to him and his cock began to arise once more to a full
and throbbing erection.
Karl had left his seat and helped release a naked and sweating Karen from her
bonds, before guiding her across the room to the horse, so recently used to
torment Lisa.
Greta brought Lisa across and the two naked girls stood facing each other,
looking into each others eyes and wishing they were in a soft warm bed together
pleasuring themselves endlessly. It had already become obvious to Karl and
Greta that these two girls were ideally matched in temperament and taste and
they had already begun planning how they could use them in the future to
entertain their guests at one of their regular parties. Parties was the polite
word, but in fact they were more like orgies. The girls were unaware of these
thoughts of course, being more concerned with their immediate future.
'Mount, my sweet sluts, mount the horse now!', Greta commanded, 'but, before you
sit, push these deep into your wet cunts.'
She gave each girl a thick dildo, about 6 or 7 inches long, the main length
realistically embossed with thick veins and the head with a pronounced rim. At
the base of each was a wide thick collar, smooth underneath, but covered with
small rubber nipples on the upper surface. The surface that would rest against
their exposed clits! Greta watched while they thrust and pushed until they were
fully inserted. Lisa and Karen mounted opposite ends of the horse facing each
other, the sitting position making sure that the firm unyielding diodes were
pushed as deeply as possible into their deepest recess. As they sat there, Karl
proceeded to strap their ankles clear of the ground, removing any possibility of
them relieving the pressure on their already wet and swollen clits and labia,
and of course keeping the dildo as deep as possible inside each girl.
Meanwhile, Greta was busy strapping each girls wrists behind their backs, so
that they were both sat upright, fully erect and facing each other, their heavy
tits just moving and swaying lightly as they breathed heavily in anticipation of
the ordeal to come.
'Now, sluts, listen very carefully, very carefully!', Greta was in total charge
again, 'you will both sit there with the vibrator running at maximum speed, and
there will be a prize!'
The girls looked at her, puzzled. Neither had realised at that point that each
dildo had its own vibrator within it.
'Yes, my dears, a prize for the winner, and a punishment for the loser.'
The girls looked at each other and wondered.
Karl was smiling, he knew what had been planned and was looking forward the
events in store for the victims.
'Yes, the slut who cums first will be the loser, and she will spend her next few
hours in the sling over there.' Greta pointed across the room where the device
hung ready.
Karen had some experience of this kind of device from her past experiences, but
this one seemed a little different. As she looked across it became clear that
the victim, undoubtedly naked, would lie face downwards in it with her arms and
legs spread wide, with her tits hanging over the edge so that all of her body
was totally accessible for another person to pleasure, and leaving her tits
vulnerable to any torment the Master or Mistress wished.
'The winner will the slut who takes longest to cum. And, because she will take
a long time to cum, she deserves a special prize, The prize will be to be
fucked, in front of us all, by a nice thick hard cock, by a man who can, and
will, fuck you in each and any way he desires.'
Andy heard all of this and his cock throbbed in anticipation. Surely this would
be his chance for some long awaited pleasure, but the next words chilled him.
'Yes, Karl and me, as well as slave Andy, will watch the winner being fucked by
my favorite slave, Ken, who is still in his cell along the corridor.'
Lisa knew what was in store for one of them. Ken had been allowed to fuck her
on several occasions and she knew that he was remarkably well endowed, and very
long lasting indeed. The last time he had fucked her, he had kept pounding into
her, cunt and mouth, in turns, in every position imaginable, for over an hour
before he finally shot floods of hot cum deep into her cunt. She had been sore
for hours afterwards but she longed to repeat the experience; she was determined
to win this contest and let Karen suffer the sling.
With the girls strapped, bare feet clear of the floor, and hands behind their
backs, Karl and Greta made themselves comfortable. Karl reached over and
removed the blindfold from Andy; he blinked his eyes in the unaccustomed light
and focused on the two naked girls across the room. He looked at the familiar
curves of Karen, the smooth bare feet, the long shapely legs, the gently rounded
stomach, the heavy, almost pendulous, breasts and heavy nipples and felt an urge
to fuck her now, to fuck her hard. Then he shifted his gaze to Lisa, her figure
quite similar to Karen's, her tits perhaps a little firmer, her nipples several
shades lighter but still as large as Karen's. He could see between each girls
shaven labia the end of the thick black dildoes glistening with their juices.
Then Greta switched the devices on.
Both girls shuddered and wriggled to get a little relief. Neither wanted the
sling, both wanted cock, real cock, and they needed it desperately after the
arousing time they had spent. As the stimulation built up the girls bodies both
began to shake, the tits of both of them swaying and bouncing as they reached
greater pleasures. Andy could see the juices running from them and down the
leather covered bar, and equally he could see that both girls had nipples that
were growing apace, thicker and more swollen as they felt the arousal caused by
the vibrations across their tender clits. As the torment went on Karen began to
gasp and moan, Greta having decided that the gags were not needed again. After
all, what greater pleasure was there than the sound of a girl deep, into her
orgasm, moaning and gasping, shouting even, as the pleasure of the cum overtook
her.
Lisa, meanwhile, managed to control herself better, but she was biting her lip
to suppress the cum she felt getting nearer and nearer. Karen was moaning and
gasping, as, finally Lisa, aroused intensely, began to give voice to her own
feelings. Both girls were being stimulated by the vibrator, but the sight of
each other, so close but untouchable, was also having its effect. Karen had her
eyes fixed firmly on Lisa's swollen nipples and swaying tits, wishing she could
play with them, while Lisa was equally entranced with the rich dark brown
nipples in front of her. She had never seen nipples quite like Karen's before,
the size and color were different; the nipples thicker and the areole a dark
brown, which she found intensely exciting.
Andy, from his position across the room, was aware that his erection was
throbbing and he was sure that pre-cum had begun to ooze from the bare head of
his cock. The sounds of two almost orgasmic girls was sending signals to his
brain that he was unable to obey.
Suddenly with a whimpering scream, Lisa gave vent to a long cry,
'Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ooohhhhhhhhhhhh goddddddddddd, yeeeeeessssssssssss!', as
she shuddered in an uncontrollable orgasmic spasm.
Karen still held out, but the end was near for her too, as suddenly,
'Cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmminnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggg cummmmmmmmmminnng cummm!', escaped from
her wet open lips.
Greta, clearly quite excited herself, stared across, as the girls looked and
pleaded for the vibrations to stop, and ignored them. With the continuing
stimulation both girls entered another spasm, almost simultaneously moaning and
gasping and screaming their pleasure to anyone who cared to listen.
Finally Greta took pity on them both and turned the fiendish device off, letting
the girls slowly recover their composure. Andy, excited almost beyond control,
felt that he had just managed to avoid cumming himself, another few seconds and
he knew he would have spurted uncontrollably.
Greta got up, walked across to the girls and called Andy over. Walking with
difficulty, and with his erection bobbing in front of him, he came to his
Mistress, who unfastened his cuffs.
'Unstrap them both and help them from their steed', commanded Greta, 'we will
award the prize and the punishment later!'
Andy took the chance to touch smooth, soft, sweet, naked female flesh as he
unstrapped the girls and, as if by chance, as he helped each off the horse he
managed to brush both tits, both heavy pendulous tits, and nipples and allowed
his erection to brush fleetingly across the smooth rounded bare buttocks of each
girl.
The girls stood side by side, arms around each others shoulders, awaiting orders
from their Mistress, while Andy padded back across to his place by the Master.
'Now, later, you, Lisa, will be placed in the sling and Karen will apply weights
to your nipples.' Greta smiled broadly. 'There you will lie and watch Karen
being fucked by Ken, so near to you but untouchable.' She intended Lisa to be
stretched wide in the hammock while Karen was fucked endlessly below, and, did
he but know it, she was going to order slave Andy to give Lisa a few fleshly
pleasures too, while she lay bound exposed and helpless!
Karl continued the instructions.
'But first, let us have some serious pleasure with our man-slave. You girls can
watch as you see how we treat a mere male here,'
He looked across at Andy, and continued, 'and you my dear slave, are about to
learn the pleasures of serious bondage and pain!'
Andy was secretly thrilled and shocked in turn, his wildest dreams were, it
seemed, about to come true.
'You will be pleasured in ways you can yet hardly imagine, and then, and only
then, shall you join us in watching your slut girl friend getting fucked by a
magnificent cock.'
Andy knew then, that, whatever ordeal he was to face would be made bearable by
the thought of watching another man fuck Karen. He still remembered the
uncontrollable cum he had experienced when he had watched the session between
Karen and her captors on the television in his room.
End of part 9
(c) 2002 Cathy P
If you enjoyed this story then feel free to make, and keep, a copy. If you
didn't enjoy it I'd love to know why, and how I could improve it. If you wish
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Any suggestions for future stories involving Karen would be welcomed.
