The Adventures of Karen - Part 48 - Training 3
Karen looked nervously at the covered table. The fact that the covering sheet
did not lie flat or smooth both intrigued and worried her. Looking at the
varied shapes she felt sure that there were at least one or two more familiar
shapes, shapes that she knew she would be intimately familiar with.
Greta motioned to Agnes and they both got up and walked almost casually over
towards Karen and Lisa. Lisa was standing stock still at the side of the
table, wondering just where, and how, she was going to fit into this new scheme
of Greta's.
'Now, Lisa my dear, you are going to be a very privileged witness here as Karen
learns a few, shall we say, different skills.' Greta looked at Lisa with a
malevolent stare, before she turned her attention to Karen. 'As for you, my
dear, I think you may have learned a valuable lesson now. When I tell you,
tell you, not, you notice, ask you, to masturbate, you will do so willingly.
And more than that! You will be enthusiastic, very enthusiastic while you
bring yourself to orgasm, too!'
Karen felt a flush of embarrassment.
Agnes smirked behind Greta, who continued. 'Do you understand that? You know
that if you refuse I shall punish you, and not in such a friendly way as the
last time you tried to perform. Perhaps you would like to borrow the wooden
collar from slave Ken, before I let him whip you.'
'No Mistress, no Mistress!' Karen was eager to avoid that sort of punishment.
She took particular note that Greta had threatened her with Ken, not Andy,
which suggested that any punishment would, to say the least, be painful.
Greta nodded.
'Shall I start now Mistress?' Karen was eager to please although she was
uncertain how she could perform.
'No my dear, not yet.' Greta looked at Lisa. 'I want slave Lisa to be
comfortable while she watches you perform. Watches and learns.'
Lisa felt a chill as the thought that Greta's idea of 'comfortable' and her own
interpretation were unlikely to coincide.
'Agnes my dear, why don't you bring the cage into position now, I think it's
been adjusted properly now. Just lower it down and then we'll make Lisa
comfortable.'
Agnes eagerly moved to a control switch on the side wall and flicked it,
looking upwards as she licked her lips in anticipation. Lisa resisted any
attempt to move, feeling, correctly, that any show of emotion would be unwise.
Karen, not feeling so inhibited, looked upwards as she saw the small steel
barred cage descend at the end of four long chains. Slowly, slowly and
relentlessly it was brought into position behind Lisa. As Karen studied it
she could see that it was just about large enough for someone to kneel in it or
perhaps, if they were lucky, to sit in it with their legs dangling through the
barred base. It appeared that some small effort had been made to provide a
minimum of what could perhaps be termed 'comfort'. Several of the bars across
the base had been padded with some foam or rubber tubes, giving a surface that
was marginally more yielding than the cold steel.
'You can turn round now, my dear!' Great smiled happily as Lisa slowly turned
round and looked at the cage swinging gently at the end of its supporting
chains.
'Move over and climb in then, we haven't got all day you know.' Lisa looked
confused, uncertain how she was going to enter the confined space.
'Go on, there's a door at the other end, just open it and crawl in and make
yourself comfortable.' Greta was pleased to see the look of fear that flitted
across Lisa's face as she realised that she was expected to kneel in position
with her head bowed and her nether regions both fully exposed and unprotected
by nothing other than the slender steel bars.
'Quickly, quickly, crawl in and put your head through the hole at the other
end.'
As Greta spoke Karen realised that in fact there was a small circular hole at
one end, fitted with a broad, hinged, metal ring, unpadded and unadorned other
than a hasp for a padlock. Clearly, she thought to herself, whether Lisa liked
it or not she was going to be in position for some time, with no of hope of
escape.
Agnes and Greta watched bright eyed as the naked Lisa crawled into the confined
space until she could slowly, carefully, push her head through the forward
ring. 'Well done, my dear, just keep still for me, while I lock you in!'
Greta quickly pulled the metal band around Lisa's neck and locked it into
place.
Lisa looked at Karen and smiled nervously.
'Now, move your knees on to the padded bar, you'll be quite comfortable. I
think!' Greta looked at Agnes and winked as she walked behind Lisa. 'Now, let
me adjust your legs and then I can close the door.' Greta made a few
adjustments and carefully closed the door so that the bars were close against
Lisa's naked ass and her bare legs were projecting outside the cage. 'There,
let's all have look shall we?'
Greta stood back and spun the cage slowly so that Karen could take in the
predicament into which Lisa was now placed. Her head was held firmly by an
close fitting broad steel collar, not too tight, but broad enough to hold her
had more or less motionless. Her legs, or at least, her lower legs, protruded
slightly from the rear of the cage so that her bare ankles and stiletto clad
feet stuck out slightly. The sight of her feet still clad in the spike heeled
sandals was slightly incongruous, but Karen suspected that they were left there
for a purpose. The rear of the cage was fastened in such a way that Lisa could
not move her hips at all and the pressure of the bars was such that she could
not help but be aware that her most sensitive areas were fully exposed and
vulnerable. As if to confirm her worst fears, Agnes moved over and casually
pushed two fingers roughly into her wet labia, exploring the warm puffy flesh
before plunging them roughly into the warm tunnel.
'You like?'
Karen was unsure if Greta had addressed her and remained silent.
'You, slave Karen, do you like it then? Do you like to see you friend nicely
caged up there?'
'Well, er, yes Mistress. If it pleases you then of course I like it.'
'Hmmmmm.' Greta moved towards Karen, still standing with her legs wide. 'I
hope you do, I hope you do! Be very sure that you will have your turn in there
too. Sooner than you think if you don't please me!'
'Yes mistress, thank you Mistress.'
Greta and Agnes strode next to the table and checked the arrangements. Lisa
was held firmly in the cage, now hanging quite still on its four slim chains.
'I think we'll use the same chair for Karen again, there will be no need to
clamp her in this time I'm sure. Go and push it over here.' Greta ordered
Karen who was at long last thankful to break from her uncomfortable stance.
She walked carefully the few feet towards the now familiar adjustable chair and
brought it nearer to the still covered table. Nearer to the waiting couple.
'Good, good!' Greta looked briefly at Agnes, ' Now mount it and make yourself
comfortable.'
Quickly, but not too enthusiastically, Karen clambered on to the chair and
managed to seat herself more or less comfortably, with her sandal clad feet
resting in the stirrups at the end of each supporting arm. The back of the
chair was almost upright and she found that she could lean onto the padded
surface quite easily. As she wriggled herself into position she was
uncomfortably ware that even in this position there was no obstruction to
access to her sensitive areas, they were just as exposed as they had been
during her previous session in the chair. The only difference was that, this
time, she was sitting freely and unrestrained, looking nervously at the two
women and wondering just what they were planning.
'Now, masturbate!' Greta's voice broke the silence.
Immediately, Karen moved both hands down to her wide open loins and began to
stroke her sensitive flesh. Looking nervously at the sight of Lisa suspended
naked in the cage just a few feet in front of her and a few feet above her she
realised that the whole scheme had been to place Lisa in strict bondage, if
being caged could be called such, so that she had a clear and unobstructed view
of everything that was happening to Karen.
'She is working well, I think, my dear.' Agnes spoke quietly to Greta.
'Yes, yes, she is.' Greta whispered and then spoke sharply to Karen. 'Show
some enthusiasm my dear, Lisa wants to be sure you're enjoying yourself.' She
looked slyly at Agnes. 'A few moans and groans might help persuade us that you
are enjoying yourself.'
Karen began to use the fingers of one hand to open her wet labia so that she
could more easily access her swollen clitoris. As she stroked urgently she
began to moan and gasp with pleasure. Despite herself, despite the humiliation
of being fully exposed to the unfortunate Lisa, she was beginning to feel the
pleasure of arousal.
'Enough!' Greta stood up and walked over to the still covered table. 'That's
enough, I don't want you to cum just yet. You have a lot to do for me before I
allow you any real satisfaction, any true pleasure, for yourself.'
As soon as she spoke Karen removed her fingers from her swollen slick flesh and
put her hands at her side, staring at Greta and wondering if she would now find
out what had been intended for her.
Greta stood still and smiled thinly at Karen and Lisa. 'It's going to be very
easy for you my dear. There are a number of, shall we say, familiar, everyday
objects here. Some you will recognise easily, others perhaps may appear a
little, shall we say, out of context, but don't worry'
'Yes Mistress.' Karen spoke weakly, uncertain what was going to be demanded of
her.
'All you have to do is to use each one to fuck yourself with, each one will be
inserted,' Greta smirked as Agnes giggled behind her, 'into your wetness.
Some are perhaps a little bigger than you are used to but I know you will be
able to accommodate them all. Perhaps two at a time might be the real
challenge, but we'll save that little pleasure for later.'
Greta lifted the cloth so that Lisa could see everything on the table.
Despite herself Lisa couldn't prevent a sharp intake of breath.
'Oh, you like the look of them do you, my dear?' Greta smiled happily.
'Perhaps you don't think slut Karen could possibly insert each of these, these
objects, into her wetness, into her cunt. Is that what you think, my dear?'
'I-I-I don't know Mistress, I just don't know.' Lisa struggled to speak evenly
in her uncomfortable position.
Karen watched the exchange curiously, still unable to see what objects had been
selected for her next ordeal, her next humiliation.
Agnes walked to the side of the cage and reached inside to tweak an unprotected
nipple. 'What a pity, my little slut, what a pity. You had better realise
that, without fail, everyone of those ... things, will not leave this room
until they have been coated with some cum juice from a wet and perhaps willing
cunt. If slut Karen can't manage to take every thing here, then you, my poor
helpless, tight cunted little slut, will certainly take them, willingly or
otherwise.' Agnes paused and walked towards Greta and put her arm around her
shoulder. 'I shall make it my personal challenge to assist you in every way.
Be warned and pray that your slut friend here can manage to give herself a good
fucking while we all watch.'
Greta interrupted. 'Yes, yes, my dear, she does get the idea I'm sure, and so
does the slut here. I'm sure slut Lisa will now take a very special, very
personal, interest in the proceedings from now on.'
She turned to Karen and, with a flourish, removed the covering cloth
completely. 'Here you are my dear, here is your challenge for the next hour,
or however long it takes you. You will, I assure you, make every effort to
insert each one of these as deep as you can into your cunt. Once you manage
that you will give yourself the pleasure of being fucked, you will use each
object like a cock, perhaps a little bigger than you are used to , until I tell
you to stop and find another object. Understand?'
Karen nodded silently, her eyes wide as she surveyed the array before her.
'You can choose them in any order you like, but I suggest you don't get too
ambitious, start small and work your way up!'
Agnes laughed out loud.
'Don't forget, if you fail with any of these you will have the pleasure of
watching your friend here being ravaged and expanded, so think carefully. You
know that you have a greater, shall we say, capacity than her. Let's face it
you would beat her hands down, or perhaps I should say, hands up!' Greta
laughed as Karen flushed with the memory of being fisted so long and vigorosly
in what seemed, now, to be the distant past.
End of Part 48
(c) 2003 Cathy P
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