The Adventures of Karen - Part 36 - Getting Ready
Ken smiled happily as the group of guests left the dungeon. Now that he was on
his own he could perhaps enjoy a few perks. He looked across at Alix, still
sitting obediently in her chair, head bowed and legs slightly apart.
'You!' He called to her. 'Stand up and stand by the side of slave Karen. You
will help me in a few moments.' He smiled again, thinking of just how she could
be helping him.
Andy was standing, ashamed of his failure to prevent his ejaculation over
Karen's widespread cunt, waiting for Ken to fix him in his position against the
wall. Dutifully he raised his arms on Ken's command and waited while his wrists
were cuffed to two hanging chains.
'There we are, nothing for you to worry about after all!' Ken smiled and lifted
Andy's face with a hand under his chin. Looking into his eyes he continued
quietly. 'Never mind, after the Mistress has finished with you, you and I will
have some fun on our own. You'll like that, won't you?'
Andy looked him in the eye and nodded miserably. He knew that, whatever he
felt, if Ken wanted something, he would always get it, either on his own or with
the support of Mistress Greta. Sadly, and conscious of the hanging weight
clamped around his scrotum, he knew that, despite his ordeals, despite his
humiliations, he really did enjoy his captivity. Being able to fulfil all of
his deepest and long held fantasies allowed him to forget all of his worldly
worries, all of his everyday cares. As long as his new Mistress and Master were
prepared to keep him he was happy to serve, happy to endure whatever torments
could be devised for him.
Satisfied with his work, Ken moved away, giving Andy's now limp cock a brief
flick.
He walked over to the angled restraining chair which still held Karen captive,
still held her exposed and vulnerable.
'You,' he addressed Alix standing quietly, 'you may remove the thongs from her
toes. No need to be gentle so don't worry if you give her nipples a tug now and
again while you do it.' As he spoke Ken gave one of the thongs a tug teasing
out her right nipple into an even more elongated state for a few brief, painful,
moments.
Alix set to work undoing the knots in the fine leather, knots which had become
tightened by Karen's exertions, her attempts to tug on her nipples when she was
being aroused earlier. Finally, with both toes freed from their soft bonds, she
looked at Ken for further instructions.
'Good! Now you can take the clamps off her nipples, she'll love you doing that.'
Alix loosened both clamps and stared as Karen's eyes began to water with the
sensations returning to her abused nubbins. Feeling a little guilty she went to
rub each nipple in an attempt to soothe them, but Ken stopped her.
'No, it is a rule here that only the Mistress can give permission for one female
to fondle another. You'll get another chance soon, I dare say.' He smiled to
himself. 'Sooner than you think!'
As he spoke he operated the controls to bring the chair upright and set the
restraints so that Karen approached a near standing position. Satisfied that she
would be able to stand with only the minimum of support he removed her posture
collar and, finally, the straps holding her to the padded frame.
Free at last Karen stood unsteadily on her feet and waited.
And waited.
Unwilling to move until she had been given permission, she was aware that Ken,
even though a slave here, did hold a privileged position. She was unwilling to
offend him, and by so doing indirectly offend her Mistress, so she stood and
waited. Her mind was aflame with thoughts and desires. Like Andy, standing
alone against the wall, she too had felt that here, at last, she was fulfilling
her deepest fantasies, and, much more important for her, she was reliving some
of her earlier experiences. Experiences of bondage, of restraint. Experiences
of pain, of punishment. Experiences of pleasure, intense pleasure.
Experiences this time without the underlying threats of the mindless violence
that her former husband had only barely held in check.
She was happy here. She was fed. She was clothed, such as it was. She was
rewarded with intense pleasure, with intense orgasms.
Especially intense orgasms!
Unlike her former boyfriend, she never thought of that relationship being
properly rekindled, she did enjoy her captivity but she did want to continue
with her professional life outside. She wondered, as she swayed on her feet,
whether Mistress Greta would ever allow her to return to her work, her position
at the workplace owned and controlled by her and Master Karl.
Perhaps, she thought, it would be possible to combine some of her own technical
skills with the needs of her Mistress. She was aware that something was being
planned, something which would definitely involve her and which was in some way,
as yet, unclear, some degree of technology. She decided that a discreet waiting
game was best. Perhaps when Mistress Greta took her to her bed for more sapphic
pleasures there would be an opportunity to discuss, to find out, her future
position, her future prospects.
'Come, you two, walk in front of me.' Ken's words broke into her thoughts as
she moved side by side with Alix along the corridor down to the now familiar
surroundings of her own cell.
'You, slave Karen, wait there!' Ken pushed her into the open door of her cell,
from where, through the barred wall between them, she could see a naked Lisa
lying on her bed waiting for instructions.
'Now, you, young Miss, you can come along here so that I can freshen you up a
little.' Ken prodded Alix along towards the men's quarters, his heavy cock
swinging more thickly as he walked behind her and admired the rippling buttocks
of her finely muscled body.
'Stop!'
Alix stopped and waited. Stopped and looked nervously around at her
surroundings. Surroundings that appeared to consist primarily of a large tiled
room with both a large sunken bath and a large walk-in shower.
'Come over here and stand just....so!' Andy pushed her into the shower stall
and bending down, pulled her bare legs apart. 'Stand still and do not move,
otherwise I'll have to chain you in position and Mistress Greta will be very
very angry, as, I'm sure, will your own Mistress.'
Alix stood still, her legs apart. Without thinking, without being asked, she
automatically raised her hands and clasped them behind her head, the action
raising and presenting her small breasts to perfection.
'Well done! Your Mistress will be pleased when she looks at the video later.'
Alix looked puzzled.
'V-video?'
'Oh yes, of course. You should always remember that here in the slave quarters,
everyone and everything is always videoed. Always recorded on tape.
Whatever and whoever, Mistress Greta always knows what is going on!'
Smiling inwardly he felt it was unnecessary to tell her that there was no hiding
place, no blind spots away from the cameras. That was a useful ploy when he was
attempting to further humiliate Andy, a ploy which Andy had never discovered,
happy as he was in his ignorance. He would have a tremendous surprise one day,
perhaps one day soon, when Mistress Greta decided to release the tapes of his
earlier masturbation with shoes, with heels and his willingness to please Ken
with his mouth. His willing mouth!
'Prepare yourself now, do not move until I tell you!' Ken moved over to the
controls and turned the water on.
Cold water.
Very cold water.
Alix gasped as the icy needles hit against her bare flesh. Unwittingly she
flinched.
'Hold!' Ken increased the pressure. 'Your own Mistress ordered this so do as
you are told. Otherwise I will not be responsible for your punishment.'
With this he further increased the pressure and, taking the head of the shower
on its long and flexible hose, he began to play the icy jets over Alix' naked
body.
Slowly and almost casually he played the jets over her back and up and down her
trembling legs. Despite the temptation Alix maintained her stance, drawing a
nod of approval from Ken. He was clearly enjoying his work as he began to
direct the fine spray up between the open legs, directing the needles over the
smooth shaven cunt.
As he did so, as he watched the pressure of the jets gently part the delicate
labia, labia slimmer and less pronounced than Karen's had been, he felt his
erection growing.
Pausing in his ministrations, he used one hand to gently stroke himself as he
redirected the spray across the small firm breasts and rosy tinted nipples.
The coldness of the water made them stand hard and proud but, despite the
coldness, he sensed that the stimulation of the sensitive buds was also having
an effect.
Alix flushed and gasped as the stimulation began to overcome the numbing feeling
of the icy spray.
Satisfied with her reaction Ken returned his attention to the smooth folds
between her legs. Adjusting the spray to a finer degree he concentrated on the
delicate hooded clitoris. Again, sensing Alix' arousal he fondled his swelling
cock with one hand as he played the jet over the sensitive nubbin.
Despite herself Alix could not resist peeking at the erection before her.
Peeking.
Looking.
Staring.
She had not realised how well endowed Ken was, until now she had only seem him
in a limp or barely tumescent condition.
Ken smiled. Proud of his manhood, proud of the effect it had on any female, he
casually stroked it as he removed the icy jet from Alix' body.
'You like?' Stroking it and exposing the swollen glans he stared at Alix.
Alix swallowed nervously. 'Y-y-yess. N-no!' In her confusion, despite the
coldness around her, she blushed prettily.
'Would you like me to fuck you now?' Ken was brazen in his approach.
'Oh, er, no ....I don't know.' Alix was embarrassed and aroused at the same
time.
'C'mon my little beauty, admit it. A nice thick cock is just the thing to warm
you up!' Ken continued stroking himself.
'But what would Mistress say?'
Ken smiled at her caution. Little did she know it but, despite his arousal,
despite his pleasure and self stimulation he had no intention of fucking the
twenty year old.
Yet!
He knew that his Mistress had some plans and he knew all too well that any
attempt to fuck another slave, especially a slave belonging to a guest, without
permission. without orders, was a high risk operation. An endeavour that would
inevitably be rewarded with severe punishment. Painful and unnecessary.
He knew full well that his time would come, at the time and on the occasion that
Mistress Greta would decide.
Even so he felt justified in tormenting the shivering Alix with the size, the
thought, of his erection.
'You may be right! I'll wait and see. Here,' he threw a large towel towards
her, 'dry yourself on this and then wait over there.' He gestured towards wide
wooden bench at the side of the room.
Alix caught the towel gratefully and wrapped it around her, feeling it's warmth.
'Oh yes, you may use any of those' he gestured at the array of powders and
perfumes on the shelf above the bench, 'you'll need to be fresh and tasty ready
for your Mistress, she has some special plans for you later!'
'W-what plans?' Alix was horrified, thinking that her ordeals at this place
were now over.
'Oh, nothing, nothing at all. You'll enjoy yourself with no problems my dear.'
Ken laughed out loud as he left her alone with her thoughts and walked down the
corridor towards the naked Karen.
Waiting quietly in her cell Karen smiled nervously at Lisa, who had raised
herself on her elbows.
'How did it all go in there?' Lisa was curious. Frustrated that she had not
been present during Karen's torments. Frustrated that she had not even been
chained or tied while she watched. Wondering exactly what had gone on, her mind
a fury of conflicting thoughts, she slid her hand between her legs.
Karen smiled. 'Hmmmmm...need a little help do you? Perhaps I could help!' As
she spoke she stuck her long pink tongue out at Lisa and flicked it.
Lisa smiled and changed her position so that her open legs, her gently probing
fingers, were directly in line with Karen. 'Yes, oh yes...'
Karen moved closed to the bars, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples.
'Would you like me to tell you all about it? All about how I was nearly fucked.
How many times they made me cum.'
'Ohmigod!' Lisa gasped, her fingers moving more feverishly across her distended
lips. 'W-who was it. What did they do to you?'
'Ahhhhh, now that is my little secret ... for now.' Karen smiled and began
teasing her erect nipples.
For long moments the two naked girls stared at each other. Stared at a
fingered, erect clitoris. Stared at swollen and elongated nipples.
Suddenly the spell was broken. Ken walked into Karen's room, looked at the two
girls and smiled. 'Don't let me stop you two. Just enjoy yourselves...' he
tapped Karen an her bare shoulder. '...after you've been cleaned up! If you do
a good job it is possible that Mistress Greta will allow me to permit your
behavior. You both know the rules here. Do as you're told, exactly as you're
told and you get rewarded.'
Reluctantly Lisa pulled her hand away and licked her slick fingers, licked her
salty juices, savored them and smiled at Karen. 'Later!'
As Ken had entered her room, her cell, Karen had paused in her nipple play but
still cupped her heavy breasts, wondering what was going to happen.
'Now, drop those tits, let them hang free, or should I say, let them sag free
and easy.' Ken leered at Karen as her heavy breasts fell lower and jiggled
enticingly in front of him, his cock still partly erect from his exertions with
Alix.
'Time for a shower, a nice refreshing, cold shower.' As he spoke he propelled
Karen into her own shower stall and turned on the icy jets. 'You are very
privileged here, you will shower and wash yourself while I watch. Just make
sure that you do a very thorough job, otherwise I shall have to report to
Mistress Greta.'
Karen, shivering murmured her agreement and began to turn herself around under
the icy needles, before she unhooked the head and directed the jets on to her
aroused clitoris from close range.
'Excellent, more pressure, keep on doing that.' Ken leant over and turned the
pressure up so that the stinging jets began to distort Karen's tender flesh.
'And inside, properly now.'
Obediently Karen directed the jets away from her be-numbed clitoris and along
between her labia until she felt the icy flow into her still tender cunt. She
continued playing the jet across and around her shaven sensitive flesh for long
minutes until Ken nodded his approval. 'Now your tits!'
Karen was only too happy to change the focus of the jets onto her hanging
breasts, across and around and under them, cleansing the tender folds where the
heavy tits hung, sagged slightly, on to her rib cage. Once she felt that she
had paid enough attention to the rounded breasts, her shapely tits, she directed
her attention to the nipples, already erect, and allowed the jets to impinge on
each delicate sensitive bud and areole for pleasurable moments.
'Stop!' Ken moved and turned the water off. 'Dry yourself, you have done
well.' He walked away from Karen and threw her a thick fluffy towel.
Shivering from her exposure, Karen grabbed it gratefully and began to rub
herself vigorosly.
'I do believe Mistress Greta would approve!' Ken beckoned to Lisa through the
bars. 'You are allowed to come in here and comfort your friend. If you want
to!'
Lisa stood up and smiled happily. 'Thank you Ken, thank you so much!' She
padded nakedly from her room and along the short distance until she could enter
Karen's own cell. Once there she threw her arms around Karen and kissed her
deeply. Tongues intertwined, eyes closed and pulses racing, the two girls
pressed their naked breasts, their erect nipples, into each other.
'OK you two, you are on your own, I've got work to do.' With that Ken turned
and left the cell, glancing up at the position of a concealed video camera as he
did so, giving a discreet nod at the unseen viewer. He knew that it was highly
likely that while his Mistress and her friends were having a relaxing break they
would take the opportunity to watch the activity within the cell area for their
own entertainment. An entertainment made more erotic by the knowledge that the
participants were blissfully unaware of the observers.
Certainly both Karen and Lisa were aware that they were under constant
surveillance, but they were usually only observed and recorded on tape for
possible use later. For use only by their Master and Mistress. In any case, as
far as they were concerned they had got quite used to the idea and were not
concerned at all, as long as they had their Mistress' approval for their
activity.
Ken made his way back to the almost deserted dungeon, smiling at the chained and
dejected Andy as he entered. 'How do you feel now, my friend?'
'Not too bad, I guess.' Andy shivered involuntarily as Ken casually fondled
his limp and dangling cock, before he hefted the heavy metal ring clamped around
his scrotum.
'You like?' Ken lifted the ring and let it fall, stretching the paper thin,
silky smooth sac as it added pressure to the swollen testes.
'Not really, it's so ... so heavy' Andy thought he could speak freely.
'Oh it is, it is, but you'll soon get used to it, especially when we put another
clamp on there too.'
'Oh god, no, I don't think I c-could t-take that.' Andy stuttered fearfully, as
Ken stroked his hand around the base of the smoothly shaven sac, made extra
sensitive by the heavy weight.
'Oh you will, believe me, you will. I've worn twice that weight for weeks on
end once, and I still had to masturbate regularly for Mistress Greta.' Ken
smiled evilly. 'Believe me, if you've never jerked off standing in front of
Mistress with a couple of those weights around your balls, you haven't lived!'
W-what, y-y-you mean that...' Andy felt the blood drain from his face. 'Just
like that, with no, er no ...'
'Oh yes, my friend, you'll have to jerk off whenever she wants a little fun, a
little entertainment, and she just loves seeing a guy frantically rubbing his
cock until he nearly cums. You can forget the days when you used to jerk in the
shower, or under the sheets, or looking at your favorite porno pics, now you'll
do it on command.' Ken laughed at the pained expression Andy's face.
'And you won't have a naked cunt or bare feet to inspire you. Don't worry, you
soon get used to it, in fact you'll enjoy it too. After all it is pretty
arousing to have to masturbate in front of an audience. You'll see.'
Andy was lost for words, but, despite his protestations, the thought of having
to masturbate publicly, on command began to arouse him and his cock stiffened
noticeably.
'There you go! You like the idea after all. You'll do it and you'll love it.
Especially when you and your girlfriend have to do it in front of each other
while you're both being watched.'
Ken turned away, amused at Andy's arousal and embarrassment. 'Enough, I've work
to do in here. Watch and learn.'
Ken walked across the hard floor, cock still thickened and swinging freely above
his hanging, heavy sac. Searching along open side of the room he selected
several large, but lightweight frames, made up of thin metal bars, and began to
assemble them into a small square.
'What are you doing?' Andy was intrigued by the process.
'Nothing really. It looks like what it is, a small cell. No roof, and no easy
way out. You'll see!'
'What have I done then?'
'Oh no, my friend, it's not for you.' Ken grunted as he moved a small flat bed
into the cell he had created. Carefully arranging it he then brought a small
bench to stand on the opposite side and placed a number of items on it.
Looking around he nodded as he checked his efforts. 'Hmmmm, that'll do I think.
Everything is ready and handy, just the lights to arrange.' He smiled at Andy
and moved over to the array of light switches. Making a few adjustments the
whole dungeon was plunged into blackness before a small spotlight was arranged
to shine directly on the bed within the portable cell.
'Tell me..'
'Wait! All will become clear very soon, just as soon as when Mistress Greta
decides. You're lucky, you'll have a good view there, and no one will see me
playing with your cock in the darkness. Lucky you!' Ken smiled and moved over
to Andy. 'Would you like me to stroke you, jerk you off? Now?'
Andy didn't answer but wriggled to try and move away from Ken as his hand
reached out.
'Aha! No way!' Ken adjusted the chains making Andy stand more upright his arms
stretched tightly over his head. 'There we are, just how I like it, and how
you'll like it soon.'
Satisfied with his efforts he moved across the floor and picked up the house
phone. 'Mistress, may I confirm that everything is arranged exactly as you
requested.'
The thin tones of Greta's voice echoed in his ear. 'Well done slave Ken. Now,
a slight change of plan. Will you prepare slave Andy for me, the usual thing.
And then you can get slave Karen ready, we have decided we want her present and
available for possible use. Nothing too heavy, you understand.'
'Yes Mistress, I have just the idea for you!'
Fine, just do it! You know what to do now for the other matter. Proceed!'
End of Part 36
(c) 2002 Cathy P
If you enjoyed this story then feel free to make, and keep, a copy. If you
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