The Adventures of Karen - Part 29 - Ordeal
Karen sat apprehensively in her seat as Lucy and Greta conferred. Just what was
being planned for her? And just what did Lucy mean when she said 'Don't worry
it will fit her, or, perhaps, she will fit it!'
As the door closed on the group, as Greta walked out talking to Margo, clad once
again in her robe, Lucy walked across to Karen.
'Now, Karen my dear, you don't know much about me do you?'
'No Miss, sorry Miss.'
'Well, you have seen how I can manage the training of male and female slaves, so
what do you think of that?'
'Well, Miss, I don't think I should say anything, really.' Karen saw the look on
Lucy's face. 'But...but, yes, you did a really good job with Allan and Joy.
Yes, a very good job.'
'Thank you! Now I'll show some of my other talents, shall I?' Lucy smiled and
held her hand towards Karen. 'Come with me my dear and I'll show something that
I have made especially for you.'
The couple went out of the room and towards the small room that Greta had placed
at Lucy's disposal.
'Come on in my dear, come on in.' Lucy led the way as Karen followed
hesitantly. 'Go over there and strip! Now!' Lucy's voiced hardened as she
stared intently at Karen. 'And then present yourself for inspection!'
Karen looked nervously as she began to remove her shoes, the easiest items to
remove, before she unfastened her dress and let it fall to the floor around her
bare feet. 'Miss? What do want me to do now?'
Lucy walked over and slowly ran her hands all over Karen's smooth naked body,
paying special attention to the freshly waxed labia, already slightly slick with
her juices. After a few moments, all too few for Karen, she stood behind her
and began to feel her heavy, full nippled breasts. Feel, and then lift them
before she palpated them gently. 'Mmmmmmm, yes, you'll be fine.'
'Fine? Miss?' Karen was still puzzled and could not imagine what pleasure, or
what torment, Lucy had in mind for her. As she looked at her temporary owner,
in the sense that Greta had asked Lucy to deal with her, her mind ran riot with
her imaginings.
Finally Lucy moved and turned around to open a large cardboard box lying in the
corner. She carefully opened it, removing sheets of soft paper wrapping before
she removed the mysterious garment.
'Here we are my dear, just slip into that will you.' Lucy held up what seemed
to Karen something much too small to fit her, much too constricted to fit her
rounded curves. 'Don't worry my dear, you'll manage, and you'll get some help
when we join the others. Now get dressed!'
Downstairs Greta made sure that everyone was settled comfortably. As a
concession to the surroundings Dave, in his wife's absence, suggested that Allan
and Joy should be placed against one wall, their wrists cuffed to adjacent pairs
of chains already in position.
'At least,' he smiled at Greta, ' they won't get into any mischief, just yet.
And, if they watch they may just learn something, something new perhaps.'
'I'm sure they will, I'm quite sure they will.' Greta agreed and, looking at
her husband, smiled, happy with the knowledge of what was going to happen soon,
as soon as Lucy brought Karen down into the dungeon.
Marie had decided that, for the time being, it was best if Alix knelt at her
feet, in submission, until the time came for her to be involved in the
proceedings again. After consulting with Greta, they had decided that Andy
could wait a while before they allowed Alix to decide on his next punishment.
Yet again, he found himself in the so-familiar wooden stocks, across the floor
from Alix. He was painfully aware that, should she dare to lift her head, or be
allowed to, she would have a clear and unobstructed view of his predicament.
As for the other two 'parcels', Greta had insisted that they be placed
temporarily in separate, unused cells along the corridor. Time enough for them
later.
There was a low buzz from the house phone next to Greta's chair. She picked it
up and listened before she looked across at Agnes and raised her eyebrow.
'Perhaps you should get ready my dear. I assume that you will prepare yourself
as usual for your little session with Karen.'
Ron smiled at his wife as she stood up.
Yes, I certainly will!' Agnes moved over towards Greta. 'You all know how I
love to work topless on these occasions, so I know no one will object.' Allen
and Joy had seen Agnes in action, as it were, on previous occasions but Alix
couldn't resist looking up before Marie cuffed her cheek, making her blush and
bow her head once more.
Karl, who always enjoyed the sight of any woman, of any female, dressing,
undressing or just changing clothes, moved forward in his seat expectantly.
'Patience, Karl, patience!' Agnes admonished him. 'Nothing you haven't seen
before you know!' As she spoke she unzipped the close fitting leather top she
had been wearing all evening and slipped it off, before throwing it to Karl.
'Here, you like the smell of leather, and this is a new one. One of our new
product lines actually.' She didn't need to explain to the assembled group that
the main business that she and Ron engaged in, apart from the more conventional
bikers gear, was the manufacture, and sale, of custom designed leather clothes,
garments and similar items, specifically for members of the bondage community.
As she removed her top, everyone could admire her figure, as she posed clad only
in a tight fitting, fairly short leather skirt and a pair of matching black knee
length stiletto heeled boots, laced with contrasting red leather thongs, from
instep to knee. She spun around to show every one. 'You like?'
Murmurs of approval from around the group were interrupted by Karl. 'Come and
stand over here, my dear, let me admire the view!'
Agnes laughed as she looked first at Ron, and then at Greta before she moved in
front of Karl.
'Goodness me! My tits do seem to fascinate you, don't they?' Agnes looked
across at Greta. 'I think you'll have to do something with him, he's getting
quite an unhealthy fixation about my tits.'
Greta nodded, amused at the interchange. She could understand Karl's
fascination. Agnes did have a truly magnificent pair of heavy, well formed,
breasts, slightly, only slightly, drooping, so that almost any male, and
certainly any male around her in the dungeon, would lust for. The startling
difference, at least to Greta, as she mentally compared Agnes' tits with her
own, was her nipples. Agnes had exceptionally large areolae. As large as, if
not larger, than any she had seen on any other woman. At least, she estimated,
a full three inches across and colored a light brown. However, it seemed that
Mother Nature, in some perverse compensatory mood, having rewarded Agnes on the
one hand with superb areolae, had then failed to provide nipples in proportion.
Nipples she certainly had, and as Greta would happily assert, extremely
sensitive nipples, but they were very small, almost girl-like in size and shape.
A shape that barely changed between the soft, unaroused state and when she was
fully aroused.
As Agnes gave Karl his special close up, Greta, in common with the other women
in the room, were well aware, that, despite her outward appearance, despite her
flaunting, while Agnes was immensely proud of her areolae, she was deeply
embarrassed by her nipples. Embarrassed and disappointed that she had not got
prominent teats like other women of her acquaintance. One of her great
pleasures was during such gatherings as this one, in the company of
understanding friends. Friends who could both admire and sympathise, while at
the same time appreciate her skill in tormenting others, other females, other
female slaves, who were better formed, who had more prominent teats.
'Come in, my dear, come in and let's see what you have for us.' Greta called as
she heard a tap on the door.
Lucy walked in briskly, her heels clicking on the floor as Karen padded silently
behind her on bare feet. 'Stand over there and show your Mistress.'
Karen bowed her head and padded in front of Greta.
Greta looked approvingly. 'A first class job, Lucy, my friend. Just a little
more fitting needed, I think.'
Karen was wearing a shiny black latex body-suit. A body-suit cut so cunningly
that it followed every curve of her body, every soft undulation of her skin.
Cut so cunningly that it appeared to hold and compress her body, giving her an
even trimmer waist and a greater firmness to her arms and legs. Truly, Greta
thought, an excellent fit. Clearly, Marie was good at her job, her part-time
job, in making and designing garments in all grades, thicknesses and colors of
rubber and latex. Greta looked again at Karen. Yes, she nodded to herself, it
fits her extremely well.
Apart from where it didn't fit at all!
Karen's hands, feet and head were uncovered, the rubber ending at neat cuffs at
her wrists, ankles and neck. The collar ended neatly just below her chin and
it seemed that it would be possible for an additional item, perhaps some form of
helmet, to be fixed at some time. Unsurprisingly, her labia were uncovered.
Indeed she was quite bare between her legs, from her mound to the base of her
spine, the rubber being cleverly cut so that her labia were completely exposed
and her rounded buttocks held firm and slightly apart, showing the narrow valley
between them.
The highlight, though, for everyone looking at the creation, was her breasts.
Obviously the garment had been designed with full exposure in mind, but, as
Karen stood there it was obvious that she need some adjustment. Over each
breast, centered over each nipple, was a circular cut-out, probably around three
to four inches in diameter, but, with the elasticity of the thin latex, her
breasts were actually almost flattened making the small circles of flesh visible
around her nipples bulge grotesquely.
There was one other feature that could be seen. Along the sides of the suit, up
the legs and body, and along the arms, there was what appeared to be a
reinforced seam, fitted with small D-rings at regular intervals.
'Tell me,' Greta looked at Lucy, 'what are those rings for? Am I missing
something here?'
'Oh no, of course not.' Lucy smiled and waved her hand at Mike siting quietly
in the shadows. 'It's all been planned. Mike had already made the trolley
thing, you know, for Marie. We all know how good he is at these things so I
asked him to make a little device for me to use later. Patience my dear, we'll
give him time to set it up soon and you can see what we can do with our friend
here.'
'Fine! Over to you, then, Agnes my dear!'
Agnes looked keenly at the display. 'I think, I really think that you may need
a little help in wearing that suit my dear.'
'Of course she does, and you know exactly what is needed.' Lucy smiled at Agnes
in agreement. 'I'll let you get on with it I think.' Lucy sat down and looked
expectantly at Agnes.
Karen was staring at Agnes, quite unprepared for the sight of her heavy,
exposed, breasts, and especially the sight of her enlarged areolae. Especially
the areolae!
'What are you staring at, slut?' Agnes shouted at Karen. 'Go and stand over
there.' Agnes pointed at the raised area where Karen had experienced her
torments under the hand of Greta. Torments that seemed to have been a life time
ago.
'N-nothing Miss...Miss Agnes.' Karen was wary of her reply, uncertain as to how
Agnes would react.
'Haven't you seen a pair of tits before?'
'Yes Miss.'
'Hmmmm, it's a pity we can't see yours then isn't it?' Agnes moved over to
stand beside Karen. 'How careless of you to get dressed without showing us just
what you've got under there.'
'Sorry Miss, sorry!' Karen expressed her sorrow at her failure, despite being
aware that, when she pulled the suit over her flesh, it was too tight for her to
easily adjust the fit anywhere on her body. Now she began t realise why Lucy
had been so keen to help her adjust the fit around her exposed labia but why she
had been equally keen to dissuade Karen from adjusting the compressing strain
across her full breasts.
'Let me help you then, it won't take long, I'm sure, and then you'll feel so
much more comfortable.'
'Thank you Miss Agnes.' Karen maintained her respectful attitude despite an
uneasy feeling that the next few minutes might be less than enjoyable for her.
'My pleasure, my dear, my pleasure!' Agnes smiled broadly as she grasped
Karen's right nipple firmly and pinched it hard.
'Ouch!'
'Silence! Just be quiet, that was nothing!' Agnes looked back at Greta. 'I
thought you'd trained this one properly?'
'We can gag her if you wish.' Greta looked concerned.
'No need, no need. Just as long as she keeps quiet for us.' Agnes laughed at
Karen. 'Well as quiet as she can. After all, I do like to get a reaction from
my sluts. I always find that a little screaming and begging makes it all so
much more fun.' Agnes pinched the nipple again. 'Don't you agree, slut?'
'Y-yes Miss.' Karen was almost tearful.
Agnes continued to grip the nipple and, as she did so, she began to rotate it
slightly teasing it outwards and extending it as far as she could. Karen
whimpered softly as the tension increased in her sensitive flesh. Slowly, so
slowly, her breast began to pull through the constricting ring of latex.
'P-please!' Karen couldn't help herself as the tension in her nipple and the
friction on her soft breast became increasingly unbearable.
'Shut up! This is nothing. It's your fault that you didn't powder yourself
first, then it would have been easy to get your tit right out.' Agnes looked
over at Lucy, smiling in her chair at Karen's discomfort. 'Didn't you let her
powder herself or oil herself first?'
'Oh no, I know you wouldn't approve. In any case I didn't want to spoil the
lovely color and feel of the latex.' Lucy was pleased with her answer, because
she knew that, whatever she had done, the extraction of Karen's tit from the
enclosing latex would have still been painful, as painful as Agnes could make
it.
Agnes resumed her tweaking and pulling as Karen's breast slowly emerged through
the hole in the latex suit. As she kept pulling and tugging on the nipple, it
was obvious to the onlookers that Agnes was enjoying herself immensely. Karen
looked at Agnes, topless and perspiring slightly with her exertions, and began
to envy the lack of teats. At least, she thought, without them she couldn't
pinch me and pull me.
Finally, after more tweaking, the full roundness of Karen's' right breast
emerged from within the suit and was exposed to view as Agnes released the
reddened and extended nipple. 'There you are my dear, not too bad after all,
was it?'
'M-miss, but...'Karen was sobbing gently as the sensation returned to her
tormented nipple. 'Sorry, Miss, but it hurt me so much. Please don't hurt me
any more. Please!'
Agnes laughed in response. 'But why not, I enjoyed it.' She waved her hand
round the dungeon. 'Everyone here enjoyed it. Perhaps I'd better start on your
other tit!'
'N-noooooooo!' Karen wailed in terror at the thought of more torment.
'Oh dear. what a weakling you are!' Agnes responded by beginning to squeeze and
knead the exposed tit, rubbing it and pulling it relentlessly. 'You see my
dear, what an excellent job Lucy has done. A perfect fit for your tit. Now
we've got it out for you its nicely supported for you. Look how prettily it
bulges.'
Agnes slapped the reddened tit once more. 'Don't tell us it's too tight for
you. After all we could just tie some rope round it if that's what you'd
prefer!'
.Oh, no Miss. No Miss, I beg you, don't tie my tits. Miss, it feels just right
now, thank you Miss!' Karen desperately tried to avoid any further torment on
her bruised, reddened and tender tit. Avoid any further assault on her sore and
still extended nipple. She looked down at herself, at her odd shape, with one
breast still flattened under the thin latex and the other bulging almost
obscenely. Bulging full and round with the nipple standing proud, almost fully
erect. Despite herself, despite the pain and discomfort during the cruel
manipulation, Karen was beginning to feel aroused at the sensation from her sore
nipple and distended breast. Strangely, to her, it seemed that the effect of
pulling it through the hole in the latex had a similar effect to having it tied
with rope or cord, but without the soreness and inflexibility. Yes, she thought
to herself, perhaps it's not so bad after all.
Agnes spoke quietly, breaking into her thoughts. 'Now, my dear, let's get to
work on your other tit shall we?'
'Please! Please don't hurt me Miss, I don't think I could stand much more.'
'Now, I'm a very reasonable woman, and Greta I know is more than reasonable.'
She turned her back on Karen. 'What do you say my dear, shall we go easy on her
now?'
'Well.......' Greta paused. 'Perhaps she did have to take a lot of punishment
then. May I make a suggestion and see if she agrees with it?'
'Of course, any idea from you is always worth listening too.' Agnes nodded her
agreement as she looked at the other guests.
''Why not use one of my little vacuum jars? Then you could easily extract her
tit, pull it right out, nicely swollen for our enjoyment.' Greta walked over to
Karen, who looked at her tearfully. 'What do you think my dear? After all, its
your tit we're talking about. What shall we do. Use my little machine to suck
it out of that tight little suit or shall we let Agnes pull it out the hard
way.'
She walked to stand besides Agnes. 'Well, what is it to be. Suck it out or tug
it out with Agnes' fingers?'
Karen had no real idea what to say. What she did know was that she truly did
think that she could not stand any more of Agnes puling and yanking her tit from
the tight confines of the latex suit. Her problem was that she was not really
sure just what sort of device, what sort of jar, Greta really meant.
She didn't really know but, at least, it seemed to her a better alternative than
Agnes' cruelly pinching fingers.
'Mistress, please, may I ask you what the jar does. What does it do to my tit?'
'Very simple my dear. It's only a nice harmless glass jar, with no bottom on
it, that fits nicely over your tit. All we do is connect a little vacuum
machine to the other end and switch on. After that it's all rather scientific I
guess. We suck the air out, and because good old Mother Nature abhors a vacuum,
or so my old teachers told me, something has to replace it. Something, for
example, like your tit.' Agnes smiled as Greta spoke, silently approving. 'So?
Your tit. Your choice. What is it to be?'
'The machine please Mistress. It won't hurt my nipple will it?'
'Of course not my dear. Well, not much anyway. Just think what it feels like
when someone sucks your nipples.' She smiled. 'Now, I'm sure you like that.
You do like your nipples sucked?' Greta knew the answer to that already.
'Yes Mistress!'
'Good, then the vacuum it is. It's almost the same but I guess it can suck a
but harder, a bit longer, than most folk. Haven't we all longed for that!
Agnes, you can get started on her other tit.'
'Fine!' Agnes walked over to fetch the apparatus from a side table, a long
glass, bottomless, jar about four inches in diameter, some lubricant and some
rubber tubing. Standing in front of Karen she smeared some lubricating jelly
over the broad rim and placed the jar firmly over her entrapped left breast.
'There, that didn't hurt did it?'
Karen felt the coldness of the lubricant and shivered. 'No Miss.'
'Good, now all we have to do is this.' Agnes pushed the rubber tube onto a tap
at the other end of the jar. 'Greta my deer, will you switch on pleas, Ill just
hold this in place until it begins to suck.'
Greta moved over to the side of the dungeon and threw a switch. A low humming,
pulsing, noise echoed around and the pump started work and Agnes opened the tap.
Within moments Karen could feel a slight tension in her left tit, and slight
pressure as the jar was pulled firmly against her rib cage.
'That's it, its beginning to suck now.' Agnes released the jar, which now held
itself firmly against Karen's chest. 'Lets see how it grows shall we?'
The pumping continued and slowly, steadily, as the internal pressure was
reduced, Karen's tit began to extrude into the jar, the sides of it whitened as
it pressed against the hard surface, and the center slightly red as it bulged
outwards.
Karen scarcely dared to breathe as the sensation grew. A strange, almost
pleasurable sensation as she felt her breast ease itself from under the latex
constraint, as she felt it swell outwards into the vacuum as it eagerly tugged
at the soft flesh. Karen felt a little surge of relief. Her breast had been
fully extracted from the suit more quickly, more easily than by Agnes' cruel
fingers and the pain was barely present. Surely she had made the right
decision.
Now that her breast was fully extracted, pressing against and into the glass
receptacle, Karen thought that her ordeal was over. She looked pleadingly at
Agnes.
'Problem my dear?' Agnes smiled cynically.
'Have you finished with me now Miss?' Karen was beginning to sense that the
suction was going to continue for some time. 'Please!'
'Not much longer my dear, not much longer. All we want to do now is see how far
your nipple will expand.'
Karen paled at the thought and looked down at her bulging glass covered breast.
Surely it would not, could not, expand any further. Even as she watched she
could see, as well as feel, her nipple expand and swell. The sensation was
strange at first, odd almost. She couldn't quite explain to herself just what
it felt like. Then the realisation dawned. It was exactly like being sucked,
being sucked by a lover who, not content with working solely on the teat, tried
to suck the whole nipple and surrounding areola .
The sensation was, incredibly, pleasurable.
Agnes was satisfied at last with the effect and, asking Greta to switch the pump
off. For long, interminable minutes she allowed the jar to maintain its
enveloping suction before she opened the tap and allowed air to enter the
container. At last, she removed the jar from Karen's freshly expanded breast.
The cool air on the surface, on the expanded and extended nipple, was welcome
as, at last Karen could sense both breasts free of constraint, bulging proudly
through the holes in the latex suit.
Greta clapped her hands. 'Well done! An excellent performance. And such
nicely swollen tits too. I suggest we all feel and enjoy them for ourselves.'
Karen looked startled, but aware of her status in this place, stood still as she
felt hands exploring, feeling, hefting, pulling her breasts. Pulling them
together, singly and alternately. Squeezing. Pinching. There seemed no end to
the sensations as soft hands were replaced by hard hands. Soft strokes replaced
by slaps and tugs.
'Enough!' Greta was satisfied with her treatment, her humiliation. 'Agnes my
dear, I know you've some more ideas to amuse us, and you can be sure that Karen
will be happy to assist you. Won't you my dear?' Greta emphasised her request
by turning to Karen and pulling her nipples towards each other, almost making
them rub together. Almost, but not quite. Not yet.
'If it pleases you, Mistress. Anything that pleases you Mistress.' Karen was
still recovering from the mauling but was wary of what may be planned for her.
'Of course it pleases me! Now, everyone, may I suggest that Lucy shows us this
new device that she and Mike have designed.'
'Of course, I need a little rest anyway.' Agnes sat down, crossing her arms
under her full breasts.
Settled comfortably, her heavy breasts resting on her forearms, she casually
began to caress her own modest nipples. At least, she thought, they are so
sensitive, so erotic, so, so... so orgasmic.
Agnes continued caressing her nipples, stroking her enlarged areolae, her eyes
closed, as Lucy walked over to Mike to discuss the next stage of the evenings
entertainment.
End of Part 29
(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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