The Adventures of Karen - Part 51 - Out of Control
Agnes smiled happily, perhaps she could regain a little control again, all she
had to do was to be patient and she would control Greta, own Greta.
Greta casually stroked Lisa's naked breasts as they hung, swaying gently with
the motion of the cage, before she walked to the table and picked up the
inflatable dildo. 'Here, my dear, here is your final challenge - for now.'
Lisa stared at the black rubber shape, frighteningly large even in it's
uninflated state. She was all too painfully aware that with just a few
squeezes of the bulb hanging from the bottom of the dildo the head would expand
to a much more formidable size, with the shaft itself also thickening in
proportion.
Karen saw Lisa's pale face. Saw her fear. Saw that she was truly afraid that
this was one challenge that she would not be able to withstand.
'Mistress, Mistress, may I speak?' Karen paused in her relentless pumping,
holding her own over-sized dildo deep inside her.
'No, silence, slave!' Agnes snapped from her position behind Lisa.
Karen stared almost defiantly at Agnes and spoke again. 'Mistress Greta, please
Mistress Greta.' Greta had heard the exchange in grim silence and she felt
some small satisfaction when Karen had ignored Agnes and addressed herself
directly to her.
'Of course you may, my dear slave, of course you may.' Greta smiled with her
mouth, her eyes set in a stony stare as she looked at Agnes.
'Please, Mistress, I think that that thing, that dildo, will be just too much
for Lisa,' Karen felt wary of speaking boldly, 'sorry, slave Lisa.'
'Well?'
'Perhaps I should take it instead and let me be punished.' Karen managed to
finish her proposal before the courage left her. She had offered herself for
punishment, punishment that she knew she could handle, even enjoy, in an
attempt to save Lisa from undue distress.
Agnes cleared her throat in the gloom of the room behind the swinging cage.
'Greta my friend, if I may speak freely?'
Greta, unsmiling, nodded her head.
'Why don't we just go ahead anyway, after all they are just our slaves and
we..'
'Excuse me, my slaves, if you remember, my slaves!' Greta was dangerously near
losing her temper at this further attempt to undermine her authority. Fully
aware that the two slave girls could hear every word spoken she thought
rapidly. She did not want, she did not intend, that Agnes would take power,
but she did not want to be too abrupt. Ideally, she thought, she should
compromise, bide her time, and then, when the time was right she could put
Agnes in her place. Perhaps, her mind wandered briefly, she could even put
Agnes in some form of captivity, some form of punishing restraint. Greta
smiled at the beginnings of an idea. 'My dear, may I suggest that we make sure
that slave Karen is not thirsty, I know you would like that!'
Agnes responded almost happily. 'Yes, of course, I like to see the bitch
suffer when she fills up, it can get so, shall we say, so embarrassing for
them, and so exciting for us. Yes, she should drink another bottle
straightaway'
Greta nodded her assent and turned to Karen. 'You heard Mistress Agnes, drink
that next bottle, all of it, now!'
Karen paled and began to speak before she thought better. Nodding her head
glumly she reached across and took the bottle from Greta.
'Keep it interesting for all of us, keep fucking yourself with one hand while
you hold the bottle and drink.' Agnes daringly intervened as she moved around
to the side of the cage and inserted her hand to cup and tease Lisa's hanging,
defenceless, breast.
Lisa, conscious that she was in no position to complain or speak unless
commanded, bit her lip as Agnes pinched and twisted her rubbery nipple, pinched
and stretched it to almost twice its normal erect length. She stared fixedly
at Karen as she gently stroked the dildo in and out of her reddening cunt with
her left hand and held the bottle to her mouth with her right hand. Despite
the situation, Lisa could only admire Karen's ability to use the dildo so
effectively, with either hand or with both. She could not resist the thought
that Karen must have had many happy hours to develop her dexterity, many happy
hours of solitary masturbation and penetration.
Greta too, was staring at Karen, the increasing liquid intake beginning to make
her normally gently rounded belly begin to bloat.
Finishing the bottle, Karen gasped and despite her reservations, she spoke to
Greta, while still slowly thrusting the gleaming wet dildo in and out of her
depths. 'Please, please, I really do think I shall have to visit the...'
'Nonsense, be patient, slave!' Agnes interrupted from her position besides
Lisa. As she spoke she emphasised her words by tugging Lisa's tormented nipple
as hard as she could, making Lisa groan in pain. 'You be silent too!'
Greta, sensing that the situation was finely balanced, took the bottle away
from Karen, murmuring, 'Soon my slave, soon!'
Agnes gave a satisfied smile.
Turning towards her friend and to Lisa still cramped tightly within the steel
bars, Greta spoke slowly and quietly. 'We will do things my way, my way, is
that clear?'
Agnes nodded silently and felt that she had finally lost the battle of wills.
'So, where were we? Ah yes! Agnes my dear, use that little toy and show slave
Lisa that size may not be everything, but in this case we'll make an exception.
Oh, yes, and make sure you swing the cage round, I want slave Karen to see you
insert it into that tight little cunt. I want her to see how you can stretch it
nice and wide!'
'Of course, as you wish.' Agnes felt a rush of relief, it appeared that Greta
had decided to leave matters as they were. She made a mental note to make no
unnecessary move or comment that may finally sever her friendship with Greta.
Reluctantly releasing Lisa's tormented bruised nipple with a final pinch, she
swung the cage around on the suspension chain until the widely separated cheeks
exposed Lisa's wet labia to Karen's gaze.
'Keep looking, slave Karen, and keep fucking!' Greta warned Karen as various
schemes for dealing with Agnes flashed through her mind. After the last
interruption she had made her mind up that Agnes would be dealt with in a
suitable manner as soon as an opportunity presented itself. Briefly she
reminded herself that her husband, too, had finally pushed his luck to the
limits. Perhaps there was a way she could manage to deal with both Karl and
Agnes in a way that would assert her authority over both of them. Tearing her
mind from such happy thoughts she turned to Agnes, 'Go on my dear, insert the
thing and let's have a little, ha, a little, fun.'
'My pleasure, my dear' Agnes picked up the inflatable and held it in front of
Karen, letting the dangling bulb' swing and gently brush her nipples. 'I think
she is quite well lubricated already, so let's go.'
As she spoke she held the rounded head of the dildo against the wet and putting
lips of Lisa's already abused labia. Pausing, she dared to comment. 'What
should I do with this little thing, slave Karen?'
Karen looked desperately at Greta, confused at the sudden request. 'Er, er,
well, use it I suppose.'
'Pitiful, tell us just what I should do, and make sure your slut friend can
hear you too.'
'Er, Mistress. Please push it inside her, please.'
'Is that the best you can do.' Agnes demanded, looking at Greta for signs that
she may have offended. Greta did not react other than to nod her head.,
'Please, Mistress, push it into Lisa's cunt.' Karen struggled to say the
words.
'Louder, slut!' Agnes savored the pleasure of giving orders to a submissive
slave.
'Mistress,' Karen raised her voice, ' please push the dildo deep into Lisa's
cunt.' Karen paused and saw Agnes frown. 'Mistress, please fuck my friends
cunt with that dildo, please!'
'Well done, slave Karen, well done!' Greta murmured quiet words of
encouragement, pleased that Karen had headed off a further outburst from Agnes.
'Just keep fucking yourself and watch how it stretches your friends cunt.'
Greta looked at Karen to observe her reaction. 'And stop looking at that shoe,
you've spent enough time staring at that, now look at Lisa's cunt!'
Karen reluctantly turned her gaze from the spike heel and looked wide eyed as
Agnes began to insert the dildo into Lisa's yielding cunt. Watched as inch
after inch after inch slowly sank into the pink wet flesh. Even in it's
uninflated state it was obvious that the intruder was stretching Lisa's vaginal
entrance into a nicely rounded 'o' shape, the pressure defining an thin line of
slightly paler flesh in contrast to the deeper pink of her labia.
Agnes was breathing heavily as she savored the power of inserting this object
of pleasure deeper and deeper into the softly yielding flesh. Finally she
sensed, rather than felt, that she had reached the furthest depths of Lisa's
tormented cunt. She tried a few experimental strokes, simulating a slow,
tormenting fuck with the latex phallus, smiling happily as she did so.
'Well?' Greta wanted to test Agnes. She had finally made up her mind that she
would re-define her friendship with Agnes and re-assert herself. She had the
inkling of an idea which would involve both Agnes and Karl in a situation that
they may find less pleasurable that any onlookers. Time enough for detailed
plans later, but plans were beginning to form in her mind.
Agnes was happy to oblige, now that she had inserted the phallus as deep as
possible. Glancing over her shoulder, she looked at Karen, slowly pumping her
own phallus and staring at the black intruder deep inside Lisa, as she grasped
the hanging tube and grasped the bulb secured at the end. With a final glance
at Karen and Greta she began to slowly inflate the dildo.
As Karen watched, reluctant now to tear her eyes from the spectacle, she could
see the inch or so of the shaft still exposed begin to expand, but, as she was
well aware, the inner end, the head of the dildo, was beginning to expand at a
greater rate. Agnes continued pumping until the shaft had increased it size by
more than half, which, she knew full well, meant that the head itself had
doubled in diameter, doubled and expanded its rimmed, substitute, glans like an
exaggerated erection, deep inside Lisa. Dropping the bulb and letting it swing
on its connecting tube, she walked and looked at Lisa's face. 'Hmmmm, I see
you quite enjoy that!' Agnes smirked as she stared at Lisa's pale face, her
staring eyes beginning to water in the corners. ' I think another session is
indicated, don't you?' Without waiting for a response she walked back to the
bulb and, picking it up , began pumping immediately.
Karen continued to stare in fascination as the enlarged shaft began to stretch
Lisa's gaping vagina to several times it's normal size, certainly large enough
to handle a full fist entry.
'Please, please...' A muffled sob came from Lisa. 'Please stop, it's just too
much to bear, please stop.'
Karen felt a pang of remorse at enjoying the sight of the cruelly stretched
cunt in front of her. She knew from past experience just how big, just how
overpowering, such a large object could feel when embedded deep inside.
'Please, please, stooooooopppp!' Lisa screamed as Agnes continued to pump and
expand the rubber phallus.
Karen, desperate to help her friend, looked appealingly at Greta.
Unfortunately she too was staring wide eyed at Lisa's widely stretched labia,
stretched almost to the point of tearing. Casting her eyes around, Karen fixed
her gaze once again on the spike heeled shoe that had fascinated, aroused, her
during her long dildo aided masturbation.
With one last glance at Greta, she pulled the wet, glistening dildo out of her
own distended cunt and reached over to the table. Picking up the shoe by the
heel she brought it to her mouth and sensuously licked the five inches of
slimly curved heel. Carefully holding the shoe she guided it into her
enlarged, well lubricated channel, and thrust it in as deep as she could.
'Mistress, Mistress, may I continue please?'
Greta, until now unaware of Karen's actions, turned and stared, first in
disbelief and then in admiration. The sight of the long slender heel so
deeply embedded in Karen's cunt was, of itself, erotic enough, but she sensed
an opportunity to give relief to Lisa without losing face with Agnes.
'Yes, of course, of course you may.' As she spoke Agnes turned her head and
sneered. 'Is that all, I think I've got better things to do here.'
'No, what slave Karen is doing is educational. I think we should allow slave
Lisa to see this.'
Reluctant to stop her torment, but aware of her precarious position, Agnes let
the bulb fall from her grasp and swung the cage around so that Lisa could get a
good view of Karen's performance.
'That's right, let Lisa see how a slave can get pleasure from any suitable
object.' Greta was back in charge, and she knew that Agnes had finally lost the
battle of wills. 'My dear, will you please adjust the cage it so that Lisa has
a good close up view of the proceedings.'
Agnes made the necessary adjustments so that Lisa's face was level with Karen's
abused cunt and barely a couple of feet from it.
'Just so, no, slave Karen, you will turn the shoe around.' Greta looked at
Karen, who, despite her efforts to ignore her earlier drinking, was clearly in
some distress. 'Quickly now, pull the heel out and push the other end, the
wide end, into yourself.'
Karen nodded dumbly. She knew that this was going to happen, she had developed
a sense of anticipation whenever Greta was involved. There was no real
problem, it would not be the first time that she had experimented with one of
her own shoes, but usually she had used one of her pumps, because the gently
curved toe, the smooth leather texture, made it relatively easy to insert it
into her well lubricated channel. The only problem, the real, the very real
problem was that she was full almost to bursting. She knew her bladder must
have neared bursting point by now, but the increased pressure was, in a
perverse way, pleasurable, although, in this situation it would make the
insertion of the broad sole more difficult.
'Now!' Greta spoke sharply.
Carefully Karen extracted the heel, slick with her juices, and gingerly pushed
the slim sole between her labia. The first inch entered easily, more easily
than she had dared hope, but the narrow strap that normally fitted so snugly
across her toes was a problem, catching her clitoris as she pushed. Carefully,
holding the shoe with one hand , she used two fingers of the other to gently,
carefully, ease her ultra sensitive clitoris away from the narrow strap until
it entered the widening lubricated channel. Despite the situation, despite the
fact that she knew Lisa was staring at her every move from such a close
position, she felt an extra thrill as she touched her clitoris. She knew that
the prolonged masturbation had kept her in a state of high arousal but she also
knew that, as long as she avoided too much clitoral stimulation, she could
continue for a considerable time.
'Right in, push harder!' Greta was insistent.
Lisa watched in silence, the sight of the slim soft smooth leather sole slowly
entering Karen's warm cunt taking her mind off her own discomfort.
Karen slowly continued to insert the shoe until almost two-thirds of it was
deep inside her. Holding the heel she began to slowly, cautiously, fuck
herself. Forgetting in her excitement the need to keep her clitoral
stimulation to a minimum she gently grazed the ultra sensitive nubbin once
again. Despite her efforts, despite her will power, she felt the first surge
of a momentous orgasm. Throwing caution to the winds, she pushed the shoe as
deep into herself as she could and frantically rubbed her clitoris.
Karen began to lose control as orgasmic waves began to flow inside her.
Fingering herself faster and faster she finally could not hold herself back any
more. 'OOOOOOOooohhhhh cummmmmmmmmmmmmm, cummmmmmmmmm, cummmmmmmmm.'
As the waves of pleasure reached a crescendo, as she lost control in the depths
of her orgasm, so she lost control of her bladder.
Even as Greta and Agnes watched, even as Lisa watched from so near, Karen's
bladder evacuated with such force that her urine showered directly into and
over Lisa's face. Vaguely aware of what she was doing, but unwilling and
unable to stop herself, Karen continued spraying the helpless Lisa until,
slowly, her flow finished.
Lisa, at first unaware of what would happen, closed her eyes and mouth
instinctively, before she realised that this experience, something entirely new
to her, was not wholly unpleasant. Karen had drunk a considerable amount of
water and her flow was itself almost water clear and, to Lisa's surprise, sweet
tasting. Lisa relaxed and let herself be bathed in the warm flow.
The room became silent.
Agnes watched in disbelief, aroused by the spectacle but angry that her
personal pleasures had been interrupted, so suddenly and so finally.
'Enough! An excellent spectacular.' Greta lowered the cage to the now
dripping floor. 'Let us release slave Lisa and let them both go and get
cleaned up!'
Greta smiled to herself. Karen had committed her most humiliating act yet and
was, undoubtedly even more beholden than she had previously been. Perhaps she,
perhaps even Lisa, would become useful allies in her revenge on Agnes and Karl.
Sweet revenge!
End of Part 51
(c) 2004 Cathy P
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