The Adventures of Karen - Part 22 - Punishment.
Karen slowly stood up as the last of her rope bonds were released. Her knees
and arms ached from their long unnatural constraint. But, despite their
treatment, both her nipples and her clitoris were still sufficiently sensitive
as to need further arousal. Pleased that she did not feel too sore, Karen
wondered she dare request permission to masturbate. While she thought, standing
with head bowed, she looked down over her swelling breasts and savored the sight
of the red lines that the tight, coarse, rope had indented into the tender
flesh. Strange, she thought, after all of that pain, that discomfort, now the
sight of the marks excites me.
Greta was watching carefully. She had experienced this effect before in slaves
who had been given their initial rope training. All of them resisted it,
begging for the smoother constraint of leather, but, after they had felt the
coarse caress of the rope, they all felt the same desire, the same need for
further confinement, for further tightness across their most tender and
receptive flesh.
'No, before you ask, you may not cum!' Greta smiled at Karen's obvious
disappointment. 'You stood up well against the torments that your friend
brought upon you, and you saw how she displeased me. You, you my dear, will now
help me to punish her in turn.'
Lisa felt dismay, she was already aware of the way Greta loved to use one slave
to torment, to torture, another, but after the way she had caused Karen to be
tied she wondered if Karen would ever forgive her.
'Go and unfasten her cage, just make sure she feels one last kiss of those
spikes!'
Karen padded on sore, bare feet across to the cage. She could see the dozens of
small red indentations where the fine nosed spikes had probed the tender flesh
whenever Lisa had moved in the slightest way. Heedless of her instructions,
Karen took care to release the neck clamp without causing any undue pain to
Lisa. # Lisa looked gratefully at Karen for that small mercy. However the
respite was short-lived as Karen put her arm through the bars, carefully, and
pushed Lisa in the small of her back. Lisa lurched forward on her stiletto clad
feet and pressed herself firmly, but unwillingly, against the spikes down the
front of the cage.
'Ow! Oh! It hurts so much. Please don't hurt me any more!' Lisa made a tear
stained plea to Karen as she walked around to the front of the cage. Looking
grimly at the pin-pricked rounded tits and belly she slowly, even reluctantly,
opened the front of the cage and offered her hand to help Lisa step out.
Lisa stood shakily as her hands rose to her sore pock-marked tits. She rubbed
them gently, more to ease the discomfort than for any pleasurable reason.
'Bring her over here, you have work to do.'
Karen looked to where Greta was pointing. She had set up a small, sturdy, metal
tripod in the center of the stage, carefully placed so the victim could be
easily accessed all round. A long chain hung down from the darker recesses of
the ceiling with metal loops dangling free. Lisa looked across and gasped.
She had a terrible sense of doom, She was all too aware of what Greta had
planned for her; she had once seen a visiting guest subject someone to this
torment, and it had not been a pleasant evening, for anyone. Well, Lisa
thought, certainly not for the victim. She focused her gaze on the tripod.
Greta smiled as she saw the gaze, and laughed out loud as she saw the expression
Karen's face.
'Come now , my dears, that's not too bad surely?'
Karen looked closely. Carefully fixed to the top of the tripod was a large
black rubber dildo. It was a dildo quite unlike any she had seen before, the
head was distinctly larger than life even though the shape faithfully echoed a
real life fully aroused male glans. The shaft was more normal in size but it
appeared to be well endowed with a number of sort rubber nipples sticking out
around the circumference over the lower few inches. At the bottom of the dildo
a narrow flange was visible, pointing forward, towards where any clit may come
into contact with it. The whole of this flange appeared to covered in a number
of quite thin rubber probes, an inch or so long . Coming from underneath was a
long thick cable which seemed to be connected to some sort of control box lying
on the floor besides Greta's chair.
The tripod was more robust than a photographic tripod, even though it appeared
to have a center column that was adjusted by a rotating wheel. In fact, Karen
thought, the mechanism seems suspiciously like an ordinary, well, perhaps not so
ordinary, car jack. Turning the wheel would raise, or lower, the central pillar
and with it the monstrous black hard rubber dildo.
Surely the Mistress did not intend for Lisa to sit on that!
Just how wrong Karen was! Greta ordered Lisa to stand beside the fiendish
device.
'Its a good job you have those heels on, my dear, otherwise it might split you
in two!' Greta was highly amused. 'Just observe how my little toy works.'
Greta picked up the control box and flicked a switch. Immediately the phallus
started to vibrate, and, as she turned another control the intensity varied.
Switching the power off she smiled at the two naked girls, both of whom were
looking increasingly apprehensive.
'Not bad, eh?' Greta turned another switch.
As she did so the head, the monstrously swollen head, changed size, it actually
became smaller. Smaller! Clearly Lisa was pleased. perhaps it would not be too
bad to endure after all. Then Greta reversed the switch and the head returned
to its former size and then expanded even more. At this stage it looked almost
grotesque. At its smallest it was rather like a golf ball in size and the shaft
was in proportion but now, the shaft remained unchanged but
the head was more like the size of a tennis ball.
'You might just feel that inside you, my dear, and you might just like it too.'
Greta adjusted another switch and the head rapidly pulsed between the two
extremes of size. 'Why, even I might like to ride that!' Greta's face was
expressionless, concealing the pleasure she recalled from her own private
session with the toy. Her excuse to Karl had been rather lame, on the basis
that, after all, someone had to test his ideas.
'Well, that's it, well, almost. I'd forgotten the best bit.'
Greta made a further adjustment. This time the shaft altered its girth from the
minimum, almost normal size, until it swelled up until it matched the swollen
head.
'There you are my dears, it can do all of that and of course it can vibrate at
any time. Isn't technology marvellous? Its all down to hydraulics really, you
see, so it is rather like a man after all. A man who can last long enough to
bring real pleasure to a woman.'
Lisa stared numbly at the device. The thought of mounting that thing, that
obscene thing, terrified her. She knew that she could never take it, It would
surely split her in two. Why wasn't it Karen, she thought, she can stretch so
much further than me.
'Yes, slave Lisa, you will enjoy this, and after we've finished even you might
find that you can enjoy rather more than a pitiful two fingers probing you!'
Lisa looked at Greta quizzically. 'Oh yes! I know just how much you can take,
and you have a long way to go before you can match your friend here.'
'Now, go and stand astride your new lover!' Greta was tired of the talk and
wanted some action, she wanted to see Lisa begin to suffer.
Lisa moved over and stood, legs astride the dildo, grateful for her five inch
heels. Heels that meant that the head of the rubber invader just brushed
against her moist labia.
'Karen, I want you to clip her wrists to those chains up there, I don't want her
to fall over, she might miss the fun. Then you can remove her shoes, I suspect
she will be glad to take them off at last!' Greta settled comfortably in her
seat, beginning to warm to her task. She enjoyed her role as an instructor and,
she suspected, Karen was going to enjoy her role as the student. As for Lisa,
well, she thought, she was the specimen for this lesson, and the feelings of
specimens were not really important, just as long as they showed the right
reactions! Which, she fully intended, Lisa would do!
Karen dutifully fastened leather loops around Lisa's wrists as she held them up
for her. Once that was done, with her arms held loosely in the air, clipped to
the rings, Karen knelt on the floor. She looked at the spike heels, so high and
so thin, and understood how uncomfortable they must have been while Lisa was
standing so still her cage. She lifted up one foot and slipped off the shoe.
Lisa's bare foot was reddened where the shoe had pressed against her and,
feeling the relief, she wriggled her toes. Karen took pity on her and gently
rubbed her hands over the bare foot, feeling the dampness of the sole where it
had been in such long and intimate contact with the leather. Gently releasing
the foot she removed the other shoe and repeated her gentle massage.
'Very touching, very touching!' Greta called across, 'If you like her feet so
much you can lick between her toes, that will ease her discomfort I'm certain.
Of course you might not like the thought.'
'No Mistress, I will do it!' Karen was secretly pleased that she could indulge
one of her fetishes, one of her many fetishes in fact. She bent her head and
held the naked right foot that was before her. Lisa was standing on tip toe to
avoid the pressure of the dildo against her moist vulva. so Karen took care to
help her maintain her balance. Satisfied that she had a firm grip around the
foot she tentatively flicked her tongue between the big toe. The flesh was
moist, with sweat induced by the time the shoes had been worn, but the moisture
was strangely, no, pleasantly, flavored with the tang of leather. Karen enjoyed
it and took the chance to suck, to take the shapely toe, into her mouth. She
enjoyed the sensation, pleasuring her friend in this way and satisfying her own
cravings.
'Enough! You may have a chance later. Put her down and start guiding that
little toy into her cunt. We don't want to hurt her, do we?' Greta laughed,
that was the intention after all, hurting Lisa was the aim of this little
exercise.
She spat out a stream of instructions to Karen, explaining exactly how she
wanted Lisa to be arranged.
First, Karen guided the end of the dildo, now reduced in size, into the entrance
to Lisa's cunt, which, despite her resistance, was beginning to get wetter.
Making Lisa lower herself off tip toe, on to the bare soles, strangely soothed
by coming into contact with the cold floor, Karen adjusted the height of the
dildo slowly so that the long rubber nipples around the base, intended to
stimulate any clitoris that came into contact with them, just brushed against
the swelling bud. Once that was adjusted to Greta's satisfaction, Karen began
to raise the height of the probe, inserting the rubber phallus deeper and
deeper, whilst Lisa kept her bare feet flat on the floor. As the intruder rose
higher the rubber nipples were slowly, but irresistibly crushed tightly into the
soft wet flesh around the unresisting clitoris.
'Good, I like that, so far!' Greta approved of the way that Karen had worked
with minimum interruption. 'Now, slave Lisa, lift up on tip toe.'
Lisa complied, raising herself until the pressure was relieved.
'No, down a bit, down a bit!' Greta was determined that Lisa would not escape
contact, she wanted her to feel the rubber nubbins just gently touching her
sensitive flesh.
Again Lisa complied as Greta issued further instructions to Karen.
As Lisa stood, her bare feet arched and her heels an inch or so off the floor,
Karen passed a wooden spreader bar between the legs of the tripod and strapped
Lisa's bare ankles to each end, fixing her legs so that her feet were about
shoulder width apart. Lisa struggled to maintain her balance, unwilling to push
herself down on those waiting probes. Even though they were only rubber, they
were still quite capable of inflicting some considerable discomfort on her wet,
sensitive flesh. Not as painful as riding the wooden horse, of course, but the
more focused local pressure would soon become pretty intolerable. She had no
wish to willingly inflict that upon herself.
Karen looked back for approval.
'Yes, that is good, you have done a good job. I am pleased with you, and I
shall give you a reward later.' Greta smiled at Karen, who wondered just what
was in store for her. 'Now, all you have to do is to adjust the switches and we
can sit back and enjoy the spectacle.'
Karen moved around behind Lisa, still on arched feet, just bearing to hold the
position and the minimum contact on her clitoris. Greta was aware of the
situation Lisa had found herself in. Standing flat footed was all to easy, and
standing on full tip-toe was not too difficult for short periods of time, but
standing in a position between the two extremes was both difficult and tiring.
Karen adjusted a pair of small switches, one above and one below, the spreader
bar. By careful experimentation she finally locked them in position so that if
Lisa flattened her feet she would cause the bottom switch to make contact, and
if she raised herself right on to tip toe, to remove herself from the pressure
of the rubber probes. the upper switch made contact.
'Excellent!' Greta gave her customary response. 'That is excellent. Now let us
see what happens when the little slut moves.'
Greta took a final quick check of the arrangement. Lisa was standing on
raised feet, her heels still an inch or so off the floor, her arms hanging
loosely from the overhead chains.
Satisfied she pressed a switch on her control box. Immediately the dungeon was
filled with the sound of the vibrator, clearly at a high setting, judging by the
reaction from Lisa. After a few seconds Lisa began to feel uncomfortable and
lowered her feet fully on to the floor. As she lowered herself, the lower
switch made contact, the vibrator ceased its operation and, unseen to Greta and
Karen, the head of the dildo deep inside the warm wet recesses of Lisa's cunt
began to expand. Lisa gasped at the intrusion, as the head of the rubber penis
expanded.
'Ohhhhhh -ohhhhhhhhh!' Lisa felt uncomfortably distended and, in an attempt to
ease her position, raised herself up again on her bare feet.
As soon as the contact on the switch was broken the invading, swelling rubber
glans subsided to its normal size, relieving the pressure deep inside Lisa. As
it returned to its normal size the vibrations started.
Lisa withstood the stimulation for a brief minute or so and tried another
tactic. She raised herself up on full tip toes, her feet highly arched and her
toes white with the pressure gripping against the floor. As she raised herself
the vibrations stopped and this time she felt the whole rubber phallus begin to
swell inside her. This time the stretching, the fullness, was over the whole
length of her vaginal canal, from the mouth to the top and beyond her cervix.
The sensation was not pleasant and she felt that her very insides were being
torn apart.
'Nnnnnnoooooo. Stoppppp p-please!' Lisa begged for relief.
'Yes my dear.' Greta flicked a few switches on her remote control devise. 'Of
course I will stop it for you. You can just relax while I explain to you just
what will happen to you.'
As she spoke the phallus returned to its normal size and the vibrations did not
restart. Lisa rested her bare feet on the hard floor, and her clenched toes
relaxed.
'You see my dear, it is all very simple! Even you can do it. And of course you
will do it!' Greta spoke sharply and gestured Karen to stand by her side.
'You will stand there on tip toe and let those tender little probes play with
your wretched clit while it vibrates at whatever speed I set for you.
Understand so far?'
Lisa nodded miserably.
'If you dare to rest yourself you will find that your whole weight is down on
those rubber fingers, which you may or may not like. And then my little toy
will grow inside you. Just think of how a mere miserable male cock feels as it
is about to cum!' Greta smiled at the thought.
Lisa looked tearfully at Greta and Karen, kneeling at her side. 'Yes Mistress.'
'And,' Greta continued, 'if you try and stand too high so that those fingers
can't caress your clit, wretched little thing that it is, my little toy will
grow again. Easy isn't it?'
Again Lisa nodded. She dreaded the experience she was about to undergo, and
worse, she was sorely hurt by Greta's cruel remarks. She had always thought
that her clit was in fact, quite prominent and desirable. To be told that it
was wretched, to be told that it was little, was so hurtful. She knew that
Greta loved playing such word games, as yet another way to humiliate her and she
tried to rationalise her hurt feelings. She knew that men hated to be told that
their cocks were small and useless even when the opposite was often clearly the
case. She shared the feeling of humiliation that she knew they too must feel at
such hurtful words.
'Oh, I almost forgot', Greta smiled evilly,' you won't know just which part will
grow, I can, and I will, arrange for it to grow to different sizes at different
times. All you can be sure of is that if you give in and move your position on
my little toy by more than inch, your tight little cunt will be stretched
somewhere, or everywhere. I'm quite sure you will soon enjoy the experience!'
Greta looked at Karen and placed a casual hand around her naked shoulders.
'Relax my dear and enjoy the spectacle.'
Lisa was still stood, arms above her head, feet flat on the floor.
Greta switched her artful device on.
Instantly Lisa felt the vibrations inside herself, the insistent throbbing from
the fingers probing her clit. The sensations on her clitoris were too intense
to be pleasurable and she reacted by lifting her heels off the floor. She
adjusted her position carefully, making sure that the rubber stimulators just
maintained contact with the increasingly sensitive clitoris. The strain on her
feet was eased to some extent as she experimented with taking some of her weight
on her arms.
The intensity of the vibrations increased and the heavier breathing, as Lisa
clenched her fists, and pushed her bare toes against the floor, showed the
extent to which she was becoming aroused.
'Look at her now, my dear;, Greta whispered into Karen's ear, 'She will have her
first cum any time now.'
'F-f-first cum, Mistress?' Karen was unsure whether she should speak or not.
'Of course, we shall watch her have many more cums yet, and most of them she
will not want, believe me. The only way she can avoid the vibrations is to
stand high, or to rest her feet. Either way, the vibrator will stop, of course,
but she will be nicely stretched instead.' Greta was confident of the outcome.
'She will soon long, she will soon beg, to be stretched if only to protect her
clit, she will not be able to help herself!'
As Greta spoke, Lisa started to shudder as the first waves of orgasm coursed
through her.
'Ohhhhhh, yessss!' Lisa had to vocalise her arousal, she knew that it was
obvious to the onlookers and she felt that she should try to extract as much
pleasure as she could from her predicament.
Her feet were aching and the pressure as her toes clenched tempted her to relax
but she tried to hold her position as long as possible. The relentless
vibrations continued and intensified as Greta adjusted her controls.
'Nooooooo nooooooooo stop! Yesssss, keep on doing it!' Lisa wanted the
pleasure to stop as much as she wanted it to continue.
The tension was building and another massive orgasm shook through her, as her
naked body, her heavy bare tits, her shaven mound began to glisten in a soft
sheen of sweat. Suddenly, she could take no more and she relaxed her straining
feet, settling herself hard upon the tormenting rubber probes. The vibrations
stopped and for one brief, happy, moment, nothing happened.
Then she felt the rubber phallus began to pulsate within her wetness. This time
the whole length began to expand and she felt her whole cunt, from opening to
cervix and beyond being stretched. Lisa tried to withstand the pressure for as
long as possible before she stood again on tip toe.
Once more, as the phallus shrank back to its normal size, or at least as normal
as was possible. The vibrations started again.
'Ohmigod, nooooooo! Please nooooooooo!' Lisa was screaming for relief from the
continual assault on her wetness.
Nothing happened and this time she attempted to find respite by raising herself
on her toes as far as she could.
Again, the vibrations stopped and paused before she felt the head of the dildo
expand, pushing against her cervix. The stretching was still almost unbearable
but she managed to stand on fullest tip toe for several minutes before again,
inevitably, she relaxed.
Again, the whole cycle of vibration and expansion started again. Greta was
enjoying the spectacle immensely and withdrew her hand from around the naked
shoulders of the kneeling Karen and casually slipped it between her legs.
Karen noticed how Greta was slowly, discreetly, pleasuring herself but did not,
dare not, react.
As the minutes progressed, as successive orgasms overpowered the naked and sweat
soaked Lisa, she was slowly, so very slowly, beginning to accept that being
filled, being stretched, was almost preferable to the irresistible mechanical
stimulation.
Finally, after over an hour of cycles of pleasure, of pain, more pleasure and
more pain, Lisa settled her feet firmly on the floor and, free of the
vibrations, the never-ending arousal, she submitted to the stretching, the
relentless stretching.
'Mistress, please let me rest, please. Mistress I beg you please have pity on
me.' Lisa could do little more than moan, her voice hoarse after so many
screaming orgasms. 'Mistress, I beg you, just stretch my cunt and stop the
vibrations. I can't stand them any more. Stretch me instead, please!'
'Yes, soon my dear soon.' Greta spoke quietly, 'Karen my dear, see how she
begs? Now go and comfort her, I'm sure she would like you to take some tension
from her nipples now.'
Karen murmured her thanks and got up, padding softly across to the sweat soaked
Lisa. Lisa looked plaintively into her eyes and gasped as Karen gently cupped
each swollen, heavy, sweat soaked, tit and rubbed her thumbs over the erect and
slick nipples.
'Oh yes, oh yes', Lisa found herself gasping as the pleasure at the alternate
sites asserted itself.
Greta watched with a malicious smile. Lisa had settled flat footed onto the
probing swollen dildo, and was clearly enjoying the stimulation that Karen was
offering. She casually flicked switch.
Lisa gasped.
The swollen monstrosity deep within her started to vibrate and Lisa did not have
the strength, or the will, to try and ease her heels of the floor. Karen was
aware of the tension developing in the sweating, naked, Lisa and continued to
knead, and then lick, the sweat soaked nipples, enjoying the salty taste.
Lisa screamed as a final orgasm shook her. Finally at long last the vibrations
stopped and the swollen dildo began to shrink down to its normal size. Karen
lifted her head from the salty nipples and cradled Lisa's head, kissing her
tenderly on the lips.
'Enough, I shall let you two comfort each other later. Help Lisa off her little
perch and take her back to her cell. She needs a good shower, and, if she can't
manage, I think I shall allow you to tend to her needs.'
Karen gasped. The thought of the unusual opportunity pleased her, and evidently
it please Lisa too.
In unison, they chorused 'Thank you Mistress, thank you.'
End of Part 22
(c) 2002 Cathy P
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