The Adventures of Karen - Part 59 - Education 4
Greta smiled briefly. 'Come here my dear Lisa, you are needed to show our
friend here just what she has to do to please me, to please us, and, most
important of all, to please you!'
Agnes stared at Greta, her mind in a turmoil at the implications of Greta's
remarks.
'Worried, my dear, worried?' Greta bent over and whispered in Agnes' ear.
'You need not be, I assure you. Your little test is so simple that I'm sure
you will pass easily. I know that dear slave Karen, over there, would be only
too happy to take it for you, but I have other plans for her later.'
Despite being whispered, Karen heard Greta's remark with a feeling of unease.
She had managed to avoid anything too unpleasant, too unusual, given Greta's
tastes and inclinations. Now that she seemed to have the situation with Agnes
under control perhaps she would turn her attentions to her. As her mind raced
with possibilities Karen began to wonder why slave Andy had been kept out of
the way, and, perhaps even stranger, where had Greta's husband disappeared to?
She had not seen him for several days. Perhaps he was also the part of some
devious plan by Greta.
Greta stood up and casually cupped Lisa's breasts. Her my dear, mind how you
step, but I want you to stand astride Agnes' head, facing towards that lovely
little pleasure machine.'
Lisa, conscious of her towering heels moved forward carefully and positioned
herself as Greta had instructed. Now that she was straddled over Agnes' face
she understood why Greta had insisted she wear a pair of her highest heels.
Standing upright the smooth lips of her shaven labia were just a fraction above
Agnes' nose and lips.
Agnes gasped as she realised what was about to happen. Even that slight noise
was enough to trigger the sound activation device and the thick black phallus
thrust savagely into the deep welcoming depths of her cunt.
'Ugh! No mmmmmmmmmmmpppppppfffffffff' Agnes struggled to keep her nose and
especially her lips away from the slick labia hanging so close to them.
Greta frowned and flicked the switch to turn off the probing dildo, stopping it
at the very top of it's stroke so that the enlarged glans and its sharply
defined rim was pushing into the very depths of the unresisting cunt.
'Now my dear'. Greta patted Lisa on the shoulder, just bend your knees and rest
those sweet and succulent lips so that my friend Agnes may pay homage to them.'
As Lisa gingerly lowered herself until her sweetly salty labia wrapped around
Agnes tightly closed lips Greta bent her head towards the struggling Agnes.
'Lick it, lick it well and hard ... now!'
Agnes, after her first panic as the warm wet flesh settled across her mouth and
nose, began to struggle. 'Noooooo! Noooooooo mmmmmmmpppfffff!' She tried to
turn her head to get her mouth away from the sticky female flesh. She began
to panic again as she realised that her struggles would reveal to Greta her
utter dislike for any oral contact with another woman, especially the cunt of a
mere slave girl.
Greta snapped her fingers at Lisa. 'Stand up and let the bitch breathe, she can
enjoy the sweet musk while I speak to her again.'
Lisa straightened her legs, and because of the height of her spike heels, Agnes
was able to breathe more freely, and to turn her head away from the flesh which
she found so repulsive.
'Aha! I see you don't like the true pleasures of cunt-licking then. I'm not
surprised I must admit.' Greta smiled at Karen. 'You, my dear, you, I'm sure,
would love to change places and savor your little friends cunt.'
Karen flushed and answered huskily, 'Yes Mistress, you know that I would enjoy
that very much, very much indeed. Do you want me to kneel and lick your sweet
cunt instead?' Karen cleverly turned the question to her advantage.
'Not yet, not yet. Now, dear sweet, innocent Agnes, let me make things very
clear, you will, and I mean, you will, lick that girls cunt. You will lick and
probe and you will make her cum. Is that clear?'
'Please Miss Greta, I just couldn't, I just can't lick another ... another
...' Her voice trailed as she felt the shame and humiliation.
'Say it, you stupid, stupid woman!'
'Sorry, sorry Miss Greta, I just can't lick another ... another cunt, I just
can't. Please don't make me, please!'
Greta sighed and rolled her eyes at Karen. 'In which case, my dear, I have no
choice. I will have to start your punishment, your training, now. Just
remember that once I switch the machine on, the sound detector will also be
working. Too much noise, you may get some surprises, or, of course, too little
noise you will also get a few surprises.' Greta smiled at Karen as she
continued. 'Agnes, my dear you are in what we call a lose-lose situation, so
just admit defeat and do as I ask. It's not so unreasonable is it?'
Greta casually flicked one of Agnes teatless nipples. 'Well, do you want to try
again?' She motioned Lisa to lower her gleaming labia once more.
'Noooooooooooooo! Uggghhhhhhhh! Nooooooooooooooo!'
Greta waved Lisa away from Agnes, leaving oily streaks across her face and
nose. 'Right! Here we go then you're your first lesson. You will have to
take this for a full thirty minutes, no excuses, no help, just the full thirty
minutes of ... ' she smiled evilly '...pleasure!' She reached towards the
machine and flicked the switch. Immediately the thick phallus began to thrust
in a gentle shallow motion. In and out of the unmoving cunt.
Agnes moaned quietly and the machine reacted instantly, changing the depth and
the tempo. For a full two minutes the phallus forced its way into the very
depths of Agnes' warm and rapidly moistening flesh. Then it slowed down to it's
former pace.
Greta looked at Karen and smiled. 'My dear, this may get a little boring ...
for us! Let's have some small amusement.' She walked over to the phone and
picked up the handset. 'Come here immediately!'
Karen barely heard a muffled reply before Greta walked over to the waiting
naked men. 'You two have been very patient so far. If you are lucky I may
allow you both... 'she paused and looked across at the now lightly sweating
Agnes as she was relentlessly penetrated '... to fuck her later. In the
meantime I need to check on Slave Andy's training.' As she spoke the door
opened and the naked Andy walked towards his Mistress.
'Good, good. 'I'm pleased to see that you are getting used to that small
collar around your miserable; balls. Do you like it now?'
'Andy looked confused. 'Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.'
'I thought so. Now, go and kneel in front of those two specimens and look at
their cocks. Just tell us what you think of them.' Greta smiled at Karen. 'And
speak loudly, I want slave Agnes to understand how these things are done.'
Andy moved to stand in front of Peter and Ken and, standing just a couple of
feet away lowered himself on to his knees. He looked back at Greta and briefly
at Karen before he spoke.
'Ken's cock is longer than mine! Ken's cock is thicker than mine! Ken's cock
is bigger than mine! Ken's cock fucks better than mine!' As he spoke he
gripped his own cock and began to stroke it.
Greta smirked. 'Yes, you can play with yourself if you like, just carry on.'
'Ken's cock is longer than mine! Ken's cock is thicker than mine! Ken's cock
is bigger than mine! Ken's cock fucks better than mine!'
'Aren't you forgetting something? Someone?' Greta flashed her eyes at the
hapless Andy who shifted his gaze to the other hardening cock.
'Peter's cock is longer than mine! Peter's cock is thicker than mine! Peter's
cock is bigger than mine! Peter's cock fucks better than mine!'
'You are still forgetting something!' Greta sounded more angry as she cast a
casual glance at Agnes who was beginning to sweat profusely as the machine
continued it's relentless effort
Andy cleared his throat and started again. 'Peter's black cock is longer than
mine! Peter's black cock is thicker than mine! Peter's black cock is bigger
than mine! Peter's black cock fucks better than mine!' He looked at Greta and
then at Peters cock which was swelling into a full erection, keeping pace with
his neigbor who had already reached that pleasurable state.
'Peter's black cock is longer than mine! Peter's black cock is thicker than
mine! Peter's black cock is bigger than mine! Peter's black cock fucks better
than mine!'
'Ken's cock is longer than mine! Ken's cock is thicker than mine! Ken's cock
is bigger than mine! Ken's cock fucks better than mine!'
Andy had realised what was expected of him and the erotic stimulus of looking
at two superb erections as he stroked his own pitiful cock made his voice
husky.
Greta clapped her hands. 'Excellent! Would you like to suck Ken's cock for
him now?'
Andy fastened his gaze on the familiar pole of heavily veined flesh. 'Yes
Mistress. Yes Mistress!' He answered, Karen thought, a little too eagerly.
'And would you like to suck Peter's cock as well?'
Andy paused briefly as he gazed at the purplish black cock throbbing slightly,
comparing it with Ken's cock and realising that this was indeed a truly superb
example, with thick veins and a sharply defined helmet.
'Er, yes Mistress. ... Yes Mistress.'
Karen suddenly felt sorry for him. She had realised, as of course had Greta,
that he had hesitated, he had shown that he was less willing to suck and lick a
black cock. She looked at Andy and gave him a brief sympathetic smile.
Greta intercepted the smile and resolved to punish Karen shortly. 'So, you are
not sure, are you? Not sure that you would like to lick a nice hard black
cock?'
Andy realised had fallen into a trap. 'But ...but Mistress I would love to
suck a b-black cock. Please let me suck a black cock ... please!'
'Do it. Do it and keep doing it until Agnes has finished her first lesson.
There is about twenty minutes left for you so keep sucking and licking but do
not make him cum... yet!'
'Thank you Mistress, thank you.' Andy spoke as he shuffled himself towards
Peter and a better position to carry out his duties. 'Peter's black cock is
longer than mine! Peter's black cock is thicker than mine! Peter's black cock
is bigger than mine! Peter's black cock fucks better than mine!' He looked up
at the smiling Peter. 'Please, please sir, may I suck your cock?'
Peter didn't answer, he reached forward and grabbed Andy's ears and pulled him
towards his cock. Quickly Andy used his free hand to guide the swollen head
into his mouth, struggling to get his lips around the firm, hard, engorged
head, struggling as it entered his mouth.
'Good, good!' Greta relaxed slightly as she watched Andy's efforts to lick and
swallow as much of the engorged shaft that he could. 'Karen, my dear, I'm sure
you could do better. Perhaps you'll show us sometime just how much cock you
can swallow.'
Karen felt embarrassed as she murmured her agreement.
Walking towards Agnes, Greta checked on her progress. She smiled approvingly as
she saw the sweat streaked tits and the increasing lubrication around the thick
phallus as it continued to thrust at different tempo's into the unresisting
Agnes. Looking closely she saw that there were signs that Agnes was, despite
her mental torment, becoming aroused. Making a decision she turned towards
Ken.
'Fetch me that box from the top shelf please and bring it over here.' As she
spoke she walked towards Karen and casually stroked her firm heavily nippled
breasts.
Ken walked back and placed the box on the floor. 'Now, my dear, you have
offended me. Not seriously, but nevertheless you have offended me. You
thought that your wretched Andy did not want to suck a nice black cock.
Perhaps you wanted to suck it?' Greta grinned as she saw from Karen's
expression that she had correctly interpreted Karen's thoughts. Looking at
Andy now beginning to enjoy his ministrations to Peters engorged flesh,
continuing to enjoy licking the rim and along the shaft, she nodded
approvingly.
'Keep it up, keep it up, if you see what I mean!' Greta was pleased with her
attempt at humor. 'You can stroke yourself as much as you like, just make sure
that neither of you cum...yet!'
Looking at Karen once more she composed herself. 'You need to be punished of
course, you do realise that?'
Karen nodded. 'Yes Mistress, if I offended you I know that I must be punished.
W-what are you going to do to me?'
'Oh nothing really, nothing at all. Actually you might even enjoy it, you
know.' Greta motioned towards Ken, whose cock was still erect. Despite
himself he was still aroused at the thought, at the sight, of Agnes being
humiliated by a mere machine and, as always, he was always aroused at the
thought of Karen being punished.
'Open that box and show slave Karen what she has got to wear.'
Ken knelt down and opened the box. Surprised, he looked more closely.
Carefully, cautiously, he lifted up a high heeded sandal. A shoe that was
surprisingly cool and even heavy. Looking more closely he realised that it was
made entirely of metal. Smooth, fine metal but unyielding metal nevertheless.
'Show her!'
Karen looked incredulously as Ken held up the smooth black shoe before her
eyes. She could see that the heel was almost five inches high and was
surmounted by a slender metal strip that was, presumably, intended to curve
around her heel and part way up her leg. Attached to this strip were two
narrow metal bands positioned so that they would fasten around her ankle and
lower leg. Across the toe of the shoe was a single narrow metal strip, barely
a quarter of an inch wide. The whole structure looked neat and elegant and, in
some way, threatening.
'Don't worry my dear, don't worry, just a pair of shoes, and you know how much
you love shoes!' Greta spoke quietly but menacingly. Karen could not resist a
shiver as she realised that there was more to this than she had realised.
'Ken, put them on her pretty little bare feet.'
Kneeling in front of Karen Ken carefully, almost sensuously, guided Karen's
bare feet into the shoes until she could stand unsteadily on the slender,
needle like heel.
'Now, fasten those straps around her ankles.' Greta looked triumphantly at
Karen, as she held a small screwdriver up before her. 'Now, use this to
tighten them up. Carefully, of course, but just tighten each strap until I
tell you to stop.
Ken took the screwdriver from Greta and began to tighten the strap across
Karen's bare toes. Turned the adjusting screw until the slender, metal began
to bite into Karen's flesh. Continued to tighten until Greta spoke. 'Enough!
Now do the same to the other foot.'
Karen stood helplessly as she felt the slender metal bite into her soft flesh.
Stared helplessly at Greta and then at Agnes who was till being penetrated at
random speeds and depths.
'Now the ankles, if you please!'
Ken turned his attentions to the straps around Karen's ankles. Despite himself
he could not resist giving his throbbing erection as furtive rub as he held
Karen's bare foot steady in the tormenting shoe. He turned the screw until the
lower strap was tightened to Greta's satisfaction. Then he tightened the upper
strap.
Finally Greta was satisfied and ordered him to stand up and move away from the
suffering Karen.
'Stand still my dear, stand perfectly still!' Greta walked around and cast
admiring glances at the tightly fitting shoes. Admired the elegance and
simplicity of the cruelly thin metal straps. Admired herself for her ingenuity
in devising these novel instruments of torture.
'Excellent! You like these, do you, my dear?'
'Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress!' Karen dare not say what she really thought.
The pleasure of standing in a high strappy shoe was of course something that
always appealed to her, but the idea that those self same shoes w would be made
of unrelenting metal, cruelly tight across her bare toes and around her bare
ankles was another concept.
'Now, all you have to do is to wear them, for as long as I decide. Come over
here and stand next to slave Agnes.'
Karen carefully, cautiously, walked towards the sweating, grunting, groaning,
gasping Agnes. Gritting her teeth as she felt the metal bands grip, struggling
to maintain her balance as she realised that the unyielding metal strap at the
back of her smooth bare heel would not allow her to flex her foot as she
normally would as she walked, she struggled, almost hobbled, into the position
that Greta had indicated.
'Hurt do they? Painful are they?' Greta snapped as she secretly admired the
way that Karen had struggled across the room with her bare feet so cruelly
constrained. 'That, my dear is what we call walking bondage. Rather clever
really. Your poor bare feet are held in the strictest bondage but every other
part of you is free., So simple, and yet so effective.'
Karen struggled to stand as still as possible, struggled to maintain her
balance on the teetering heels.
'Now, your job is very simple. Just look at our new slave. See how she is
reacting to that lovely thick dildo in there. See how wet she has got.' Greta
glanced up at Agnes as the machine suddenly went into overdrive and began a
frantic series of thrusts to the maximum depth. 'See how excited she is
getting.'
Karen looked carefully at Agnes' engorged labia slick with what appeared to be
copious amounts of lubricant from the very depths of her tormented cunt.
Looked closely at the elongated clitoris. The engorged elongated clitoris.
'All you have to do is to stand there for a few more minutes before her first
lesson ends and then I'll tell you what to do.'
Greta looked around the room as Ken carefully and slowly played with his
erection, as Andy continued his now eager sucking on Peters gleaming black
cock. 'Yes', she thought to herself, ' soon I will have trained this useless
woman and then I can start on my husband.' She looked finally at Karen who was
blissfully unaware of her role in the next stage of Greta's plan.
'Agnes, my dear just a few more minutes before we end this lesson, a few more
minutes before Karen shows us a little trick.
End of Part 59
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