The Adventures of Karen - Part 21 - Rope
Karen woke up slowly to see that Lisa was already showered and powdered in her
room, her cell. She had sat down at her table and was eating what appeared to
be a hearty breakfast.
'Come on sleepy head! You have just thirty minutes to shower, eat your
breakfast and prepare yourself!'
Karen swung her long bare legs off the bed and stood up. She felt quite stiff
and her arm and shoulder had not fully recovered from her contortions of the
previous day. 'Has Mistress called us yet?'
'No, not yet, but you'd better be ready when she does. It would not be a good
idea to annoy her, she can be pretty edgy in the mornings!'
Karen smiled to herself. Sounds like me, that does, or it sounds like I used to
be. She walked to the shower and began to wash herself slowly, lovingly, as she
soaped and fondled her heavy tits. She longed to work on her clit now that it
was warm and soapy but knowing that she did not have permission she made a real
effort to finish and dry herself without any arousal.
Washed and freshened she sat and ate the food provided, not too adventurous in
quality but certainly adequate for her.
Finally, fully fed and powdered, she sat on the edge of her bed and looked
across at Lisa, who was similarly posed.
'What do you think she will do to us today?' Karen was worried. 'She did say
something about being ready for a party. Do you know what she means?'
Lisa shivered. 'No! That's the first time that she has warned us as far as I
can remember. They usually just organise things and then provide us for the
entertainment. Entertainment is perhaps the wrong word. You'll see!'
'Is it bad?'
'Yes, it can be! They have some friends with some very weird tastes, believe
me, and not only the men. One of the women can be really vicious, especially
to me, I guess because I'm prettier and younger. Heaven help us, or you, if
she comes, because she will probably go to town on a new girl!'
Karen felt suddenly scared. Surely no-one would be too cruel, after all Greta
had told her and Andy when they first agreed to become slaves, that there would
be not any physical damage, no permanent changes, no blood drawn. Just how bad
could it be?
Her thoughts were disturbed by the arrival of Greta, who, having opened both
doors, entered Karen's room.
'Good morning my dears! Another day, another way.' She smiled at both naked
slaves.
Lisa stood up and moved towards the bars.
'What should I wear today Mistress?'
'Nothing, you will be naked, apart from your usual five inch heels. Prepare
yourself.'
Karen stood up and moved towards her Mistress.
'And me, my Mistress, what about me?'
'Ah yes, little Karen with the big cunt! How is it today? Fully recovered I
hope.' Greta leered at Karen, ' For now anyway. Yes, you can be naked too, I
shall provide some suitable dressing when we get into your favorite room!'
Karen stood, confused.
'No, you shall put on a pair of heels, always good for a naked slave, I think.
Greta changed her mind and walked over to the long shelf holding the collection
of heels that Karen had admired when she first entered the cell. A time that
now seemed so long ago. Living here as a slave had taken all meaning from time,
her life seemed to be never-ending pain and pleasure. A life that she was
beginning to enjoy, to need.
'Here, wear these, I think a four inch heel should be good for you.' Greta
tossed a pair of black mules on to the bed. 'Quickly, slip them on! I'm sure
you won't find these too high for you.'
Karen picked them up and stared. They were perfectly normal shoes, normal
stiletto heels, but a closer inspection showed her that the insole, under the
heel, was covered in a pattern of some eight or nine small metal studs. Small
studs, with rounded heads that were about the size of match heads. Or small
pebbles! Karen winced at the thought.
'Oh yes, you can manage! Get them on. Now!' Greta spoke sharply, her patience
running out.
Reluctantly Karen placed the shoes on the floor, sat upon the bed and slid her
soft, freshly showered and sensitive bare feet into them. She tried to stand up
but they were too uncomfortable, she fell back onto the bed.
'Slave Lisa, will you come round here and tighten up those straps, I don't want
slave Karen to remove her shoes until I wish it.'
'Yes Mistress.' Lisa moved quickly, or as quickly as she could on the five inch
spikes, and knelt at the side of Karen's bed.
'Quickly, there is no time for play, I know your little tricks. And I shall
punish you for those when the fancy takes me!'
Lisa fumbled with the tiny buckles that adjusted the single narrow strap across
the base of Karen's painted bare toes.
'Tighter, she can stand it you know!'
'Yes Mistress', Lisa managed another notch on the straps as she saw them bite
cruelly into Karen's bare feet. 'Does that please you Mistress?'
Well done my little slut!' Greta patted Lisa on the head and addressed Karen.
'Stand up now, you will walk in them, you will wear them. Do it!' Greta slapped
Karen across each cheek.
Karen stood up and gingerly placed her full weight on each foot. The feeling
was less painful than she thought. Definitely uncomfortable, but, with care,
manageable. She tried a few short steps, wincing as the studs pressed into her
heels.
'Mistress, oh Mistress I don't think I can walk in these, they hurt so much!'
Karen was near to tears
'Of course they do, that is the whole idea, you stupid slut.' Greta was getting
angry. 'Walk on tip-toe if you like, but wear them you shall!'
Karen gingerly tried to walk on tiptoe, keeping the weight off her soft,
unprotected, heels. She stumbled slightly but managed to keep walking, slowly,
but actually walking. She found then why Greta had insisted that the straps had
been pulled so tight. There was no way that the mules would slip of her bare
feet, and, because she was walking on tip toe, all of her weight was on the ball
of her foot, causing it to spread against the strap which felt ever tighter,
ever more uncomfortable.
'Excellent! You see, you like them. Come follow me.'
With that Greta left the room and walked briskly down the corridor. Lisa walked
slowly with Karen, who could not easily stride out. Greta was several paces
ahead before she looked round, angrily.
'Hurry up you two. Quickly. Otherwise I shall walk behind you and paddle those
bare asses.' She smiled. 'Yes that is exactly what I may do. Now walk towards
me and let me see how you perform!'
Lisa walked slowly on her spikes, and Karen, because she was walking on tiptoes
in her heels, was less steady. Greta admired the effect. Karen was walking on
tip toe, in short paces, because she had to really stretch her feet to achieve
relief from the spiteful studs. She had no choice but to let her heavy tits
bounce with each step. A bounce an enticing jiggle that Greta was quick to
admire.
She waited until the two naked girls walked, teetered, by her. She resisted the
temptation to cup those exciting, bouncing, heavy tits, that was a pleasure that
would happen soon enough.
'Keep on walking!'
Greta admired the effect the heels were having on both girls. To see their
naked bottoms writhing, churning, at each step was indeed a pleasurable sight,
one that she knew Karl would enjoy were he here with her.
Karen, in particular, presented a particularly enticing sight. She had seen her
heavy tits bouncing, jiggling. She could now see her hips swivel, rotate,
almost, as she walked. And, she thought, there was a special treat for her foot
loving slave Andy. Because Karen was walking on tiptoe, because she was already
wearing high heels, at every step it was possible to see the smooth bare soles
of her feet. Greta knew that, just like herself, many males enjoyed the worship
of bare feet, after all that was why had she trained other slaves.
Seeing Karen like this gave her an idea. She would use her to arouse slave Andy
later, in front of an audience, and then she would have an excuse to punish him.
Oh yes! Definitely a thing to look forward too.
Finally, thankfully, Lisa and Karen arrived in the dungeon.
'You, slave Lisa, go and stand by your cage.' Greta pointed across the room to
a tall chrome device. It appeared to be just about large enough to stand in,
but small enough to be uncomfortable for any length of time.
Lisa blanched, she knew this cage only too well.
'Oh yes, you like that don't you? No don't answer, I know you do!' Greta
smiled in grim satisfaction.
'You, slave Karen, go and stand on that platform, I can deal with you there!'
Greta looked briefly as Karen walked unsteadily on to the raised area in the
center of the dungeon. 'Stand still!'
Karen got into position and tried to rest her aching feet. Tenderly she tried
to rest her heels on the studded area but after but a few brief seconds found
the pressure almost unbearable. She raised herself back on tiptoe for relief.
She sensed that this was going to be a long and painful morning.
Greta turned back to Lisa. 'Now my dear, you will help me!' Greta walked over
and opened the side of the cage as Karen looked across at the plight that Lisa
had landed in.
'Please, my Mistress, please, please don't hurt me again.' Lisa was tearful.
'Nonsense! Get in, and put your head through the top.'
Lisa moved slowly as Karen stared. Then she saw why Lisa was so frightened.
The cage was tall and, allowing for the teetering heels, reached up to Lisa's
shoulders. There was an opening at the top which Greta adjusted for Lisa to
stick her head through. Once she was in position she closed the metal circle
around her neck.
'Please Mistress, have pity! Please!' Lisa was plaintive.
Karen could see more clearly. Around the metal collar, all around the inner
face, was a series of long metal spikes, but she could not tell if they were
sharp or blunt ended. Either way they looked to be uncomfortable, they were
placed in such a way that if Lisa moved her head in any way she would feel the
points sticking into her tender neck.
Worse!
As Greta closed the door, Karen could see that there were similar spikes along
the inner face of every bar.
Lisa stood very still indeed. The cage was cunningly designed. As long as the
occupant stood perfectly still it was, relatively, comfortable, but any movement
would force one or more of the spikes into the naked flesh, causing pain at the
very least if not actually breaking the skin.
Greta looked across at Karen.
'Jealous are you, my little slut? You shall have your turn in there, never
fear.'
Karen paled and went to speak.
'Silence! You need not worry, those spikes will never cause any damage, they
are not sharp. Well, not really sharp. They are rather like your shoes, just
uncomfortable, but as long as you stand still there is no problem.
Greta laughed out loud.
'Of course, if you are wearing really high heels like slave Lisa, standing
perfectly still can cause a few problems. Can't it?' Greta walked up to the
cage and snapped at Lisa.
'Yes Mistress. Please forgive me. Please don't hurt me like this.'
'Oh, for heavens sake, you are so noisy. I suspect you want a gag to help you.
What would you prefer?' Greta walked over to the well stocked bench at the side
of the dungeon.
'Let me see, let me see. Ah yes, one of these perhaps?' she held up a black
ball shaped gag attached to a fine leather strap, 'Or this perhaps, you like the
dental gag don't you?' She looked back at Lisa. 'Or what about your other
favorite, this little ring gag?'
Greta walked back to the cage and held all three instruments of punishment in
front of Lisa. 'You choose!'
'Please Mistress, please, if I may, can I have the ball gag?' Lisa pleaded, her
eyes wide in anticipation.
'Oh, you don't like this little ring then?'
'Oh, please, no Mistress, no!'
'Ah, so you don't like that do you?' Greta was triumphant. 'I have a better
idea, I shall let you speak and I shall gag Karen. And, because you don't like
it she shall wear the ring gag!'
Greta walked up beside Karen. 'Here you are my dear. Your little slut friend
has made the choice for you. Open wide!'
Karen was dry mouthed in fear. She tried to obey but found it difficult to open
her mouth, her tongue seemed stuck to the top of her mouth.
'Open!' Greta grabbed Karen's lower jaw. With an ease borne out of experience
she slipped the leather covered metal ring into Karen's gaping mouth, behind her
teeth, firmly wedging it wide open.
'Arrrrrggggh arrrrrrghhhhh!' Karen babbled helplessly.
'I like what you say my dear, let me just fasten the strap around your pretty
head. 'You don't have to stand on tiptoe you know!' Greta pulled the leather
thong tight and secured the clasp with a small padlock. 'There you are, now you
can't remove it, but you can enjoy it!'
Karen knew that she had no choice but to stand on tip toe, she could not
willingly inflict any more pain on her tormented heels. She stood looking
helplessly across at Lisa as she felt spittle forming in her mouth in reaction
to the strange object forced so viciously into it.
'Now, that is better, much better. I love a slave who drools. You know how to
please me slave Karen!' Greta casually pinched each erect nipple as she walked
across the dungeon, her own spike heels clicking on the hard floor.
She sat in her usual seat and looked across at the helpless naked girls. Lisa
was motionless, and Karen, drooling and dripping on to her jutting tits was
struggling to balance on tip toe.
'Right this is what I plan to entertain you two. You, slave Lisa will help me,
so I need you to talk to me. You slave Karen will have no need to talk. You,
my dear, can gurgle and drool for me, I shall enjoy that!'
Greta reached underneath her chair.
'And this, my dears, will be all I need.' She produced a thick coil of rope.
She held it and showed it to Karen.
'You like? Oh, you will, you will!' She extracted a strand and held up for
Karen to see. It appeared to be ordinary rope, about as thick as her little
finger, but it seemed to be coarse in texture, not like the smooth nylon that
her husband had so enjoyed using on her. 'You are going to enjoy this, nearly
as much as I shall!'
At that Greta stood up and walked towards Karen. 'I thought it would be a good
idea if we asked your little friend here exactly what she would like to do to
you. So, whatever she suggests, I will do it. Well, probably. The only
problem will be is if she, useless little slut that she can be, tries to be too
lenient.'
Greta turned towards Lisa. 'I hope you are listening, slut, I want your
instructions. I want to know how you would rope your pitiful friend here. Be
warned, if you are too soft, too easy, all I have to do is to make you change
places. Then I can work on you to my hearts content.' she smiled. 'Of course,
you would like that I guess?'
'No Mistress. I will do exactly what you say. Ouch!' Lisa moved a little,
wobbled on her high heels and she felt several hard metal spikes probe the soft
flesh of her left side, her left breast.
'Go on then, we're both waiting!'
'Please, Mistress, perhaps we could take her shoes off first, so that she can
stand wide and open for you to deal with!'
'Yes, a good start I think.' Greta knelt down and eased the cruel spiked,
double spiked, heels off Karen's bare feet. Gratefully Karen settled down on
her feet, flat against the floor at last.
'Thhhnaanghhhhhhh', she tried to speak, unsuccessfully, the ring gag and drool
stopping any coherent sounds emerging from her gaping mouth.
'Tie some rope around her, right under her tits, Mistress'
Greta smiled, Lisa was showing promise at last. She stood slightly behind Karen
and passed a couple of loops of the coarse rope around her ribs before she eased
them up right under her tits, lifting them carefully as she pushed the rope
tight into the crease. As she let them drop, and cover the rope with their
sagging, drooping weight, she cinched the rope tight behind her back.
'Enough, is it slave Lisa?'
'N-no Mistress, give another couple of turns under those, they are hidden under
her tits still.'
True, Greta thought. Karen certainly had full heavy tits and with the way she
had positioned the ropes to begin with, she could make sure that they were
lifted by them and them teased by the coarse rope on their tender underside.
'Now what', the task complete.
'Mistress, perhaps you should tie some rope around above her tits now.'
'Perhaps? Either I shall do it or I shan't. What do you want me to do?' Greta
was getting angry.
'Yes Mistress, tie some rope around the top of her tits, and, please Mistress
tie it tight.'
Greta nodded and began looping more rope around and across the smooth upper
slopes of Karen's breasts. As she pulled them tighter she knew that Karen would
begin to feel the compression.
'Aaaaaagghhhhh ummmmmmfffff'. Karen did indeed feel the pressure and tried
to protest. In vain.
Greta adjusted the loops and added a couple more, in such a way that Karen's
tits were bound, and in a way supported, from below, while the top thongs
compressed her swollen tits downwards. The effect was as if they had been
clamped horizontally, flattened above and below but bulging, swelling, jutting,
between the ropes. Her tits were bulging, but her nipples were almost popping
as the pressure was adjusted.
'Enough?' she stare intently at Lisa.
'Not yet Mistress, shall we open her legs and tie her ankles to a spreader bar?'
Lisa hesitated and added quickly, 'Yes, please Mistress, do it now.' It felt
strange for Lisa to be giving orders to her mistress but she knew that she was
really only doing as she had been told and the whole ritual was fully intended
to humiliate Karen as much as possible. She just hoped that her ideas for the
tying of Karen's tits did not upset her, she did not want to offend Karen or
lose her friendship.
'Certainly! Open wide my dear.' Greta spoke to Karen and reached for some
more rope and a long wooden stave. 'Wider please, wider.'
Karen managed to spread her legs as wide as she could without falling over.
Greta then began to tie some more of the coarse rope around each ankle and fixed
it firmly to the rough wooden pole. She tried to tug it and found that it was
not quite as tight as she wanted, so she added another turn and another knot.
'Like that?'
'Yes Mistress, now you can play with her...her cunt....if you like.'
'I can always do that! Is she tied up enough for you yet?'
'No Mistress. Make her fold her arms behind her back and then will you please,
please Mistress, will you tie them together so that she can't move them.'
'Oh, yes, that is a good idea, I like that, but I don't think she will!' Greta
laughed and went behind Karen and, positioning her arms, with the forearms side
by side, began to wrap more strands of the hempen rope around her soft and
yielding flesh.
'There, job done, is that what you wanted? are you finished now?'
'No Mistress, could we finish off by making her kneel?' Lisa hoped that the
torment of her dear friend, of her collimate, was coming to an end.
'Well, yes, another good idea, that should make her nice and uncomfortable. I
think I'd better slide a pole across behind her back to support her though. We
wouldn't want her to fall flat on those nice bulging tits would we?' Greta
smiled and moved a couple of stands together side of the platform and then
threaded a long wooden rod between then and against the roped arms of Karen.
Once she had clamped the pole to the uprights she passed several more strands of
rope around the bar and Karen's upper arms. Now she was firmly supported and
could hardly move.
'Now, is that all?' Greta snapped at Lisa.
''Yes Mistress, perhaps you use a dildo or something on her now, she would not
be able to help herself and you could torment her until she nearly cums.' Lisa
knew Greta liked that kind of pleasure, and she hoped she hand made a wise
choice.
'You stupid slut, you useless stupid slut, you useless stupid cunt!' Greta was
angry and walked over to Lisa, who stumbled on her tightly fitting, spike heeled
feet, making her tender flesh test itself against the relentless steel spikes
that lined her cage,.
'Sorry Mistress, what did I do wrong?'
'You were told that she had to be properly tied, I said nothing about making her
cum. You are a useless, worthless cunt. A useless cunt. What are you?
'Mistress, a useless c-c-cunt. I am your useless c-cunt slave Mistress.'
'Damn right you are, I shall punish you later! You can watch me treat Karen in
a proper way and just think about what I plan for you!'
Greta turned away and smiled. Of course she had already made her mind up that
whatever Lisa had suggested she would have been wrong. She was determined to
punish both girls and the additional humiliation of Lisa had been a bonus. She
knew that she hated being called names, and hated even more being made to abuse
herself like that. Definitely a good session she thought. So far!
'Right, slave Karen, let's carry on. Look, there's lots more rope yet! What
can I do with it, I wonder?' Greta walked around the kneeling, trembling Karen,
her heels click clacking on the hard floor. 'Yes, that's it, a little extra
rope through here.' Greta bent down and ran her hand between Karen's open legs,
brushing against the swollen labia, already slick with juices that oozed from
within Karen. 'Oh my, you are naughty girl. You do like this don't you?'
Arnggggggggh, Mmmmmmmmmm'. Karen tried to respond, after all she could hardly
deny her feelings, her body was betraying itself.
Greta moved in front of Karen and held up two pieces of the coarse rope.
'Watch carefully and you may learn something!'
She made a rough estimate of length and then tied the two ropes together about a
fifth of the way down their length, making an large, broad knot in the process.
After holding it up in front of Karen's staring eyes she knelt down and passed
it between her legs.
'Now my dear, you will like this, I'm sure!' Greta used one hand to part the
swollen slick labia and pressed the bulky, coarse, knot into the opening of
Karen's wet and unresisting cunt. 'Hold it there for a moment, don't go away
now.' She left the four ends dangling and walked behind the kneeling Karen.
Selecting the two shorter ends she picked them up and carefully threaded them
around Karen's bound and immovable arms, carefully tying them in place.
Checking to make sure that the coarse knot had not been moved from the opening
to Karen's wet cunt, she came around the front to pick up the remaining ends of
the rope.
'Now, you see, my dear', Greta smiled directly into Karen's face, ' so far the
rope, and that lovely knot, are fixed in place, and I'm sure you enjoy that
sweet friction.' She tugged gently on the rope making Karen mumble uselessly
through the ring gag and drool. 'All that remains is to fix these two loose
ends.'
Turning to Lisa she snapped, 'This is what you should have thought about!
Don't forget, or you will suffer even worse than her! Understand, you useless
cunt!'
Please with her verbal abuse, Greta settled down to adjust the ropes in her
hand. She pulled both upwards and placed one over each of Karen's bare
shoulders, the ends hanging well down her back. Then she bent down and none too
gently separated the enveloping labia and placed the rope, one strand on either
side, around the prominent and exposed clitoris. Checking the position of the
ropes, she pulled them to test the reaction as they rubbed coarsely on the
tender erect and sensitive flesh.
'Ooooooooohh, Nnnnnnnnnnnaaaaggggggg' Karen struggled to protest at the
torment.
'Excellent, you enjoyed that! Nearly finished my dear.' With that Greta moved
back behind Karen and seized one naked foot, pulling it upward and forcing Karen
onto her knees. She grabbed the big toe and held it firmly. Karen wriggled as
far as she could, the new sensation was far from unpleasant. Greta took one of
the ropes and ran it between and around the toe before she tied it neatly.
Satisfied with the tension and the position of the upturned bare foot she did
exactly the same to the other foot. Now the rope was fastened at the one end to
Karen's bound arms and at the other to each of her big toes. The knot had not
moved and was still pressing into the tender opening while the two cords towards
the front lightly compressed the hardening clitoris.
'There we are, all done!' Greta was pleased with her handiwork.
She stood back to admired the effect. The shape of the bulging tits pleased her
but she frowned as she saw that the nipples were still pouting and uncovered.
Stepping forward she adjusted the two ropes climbing from that warm wet recess
and positioned them so that they ran over the center of each nipple.
Better! Much better!
Now she could savor the full torment that she had inflicted on Karen. Her tits
were cruelly bound, and her nipples were being abraded by the coarse rope. The
knot was firmly seated at the sensitive entrance to her love tunnel and the ends
fixed to her bare toes. She had adjusted the tension in the ropes in such a way
that Karen's bare feet were upturned to the point of discomfort. Now the only
way she could relive the tension in her toes and in her arched feet was to bend
her feet, and toes, downwards. That would ease the cramp in her feet but of
course it would increase the tension in the rope, rubbing against her nipples,
compressing her clitoris at the same time as forcing the knot deeper
into her wet, tender cunt. It was definitely one of her better ideas.
Karen could move to ease her torment and discomfort but in doing so she would
cause herself more torment and discomfort.
Lisa watched apprehensively from her tormenting cage, dreading what would happen
to her, while Greta settled in her comfortable chair and surveyed the two naked
girls.
Lisa was managing to keep perfectly still despite the increased soreness that
the spike heels were inflicting on her cramped feet.
Karen was in total and complete torment, and was gingerly trying to flex her
feet, her bare feet, to ease the pressure on her nipples and clitoris. She was
in a difficult position. If she didn't' move her toes her feet hurt, if she did
move her toes her nipples and clit were being abraded.
As her torment continued she found that she had to increase the frequency of the
flexing, the easing, of her toes and feet. Incredibly, as she continued to do
that she found that the coarse pressure against her nipples and clit had become
more pleasurable. Even the pressure of the bulky knot at her wet entrance had
become pleasurable. If she kept up the flexing, she could ease the torment of
her bare feet and toes and she could almost, yes she could almost....cum!
Greta sat back smiling. She could see what Karen was going through and she was
prepared to fully enjoy the scene, watching her open, gaping drooling mouth as
her bare feet flexed and her self stimulation increased.
'Go on my dear, go on! Make yourself cum and I shall release you!'
Karen stared at Greta, gasping and bubbling through the ring gag, its soft
leather covering long ago soaked through with her spittle. She tried to nod her
head and increased her flexing.
Slowly, surely, inevitably, the continued friction across her swollen teats was
having the desired effect,. That and the alternating compression and
decompression as her clit was squeezed and released by the coarse rope, such a
divine sensation now, was bringing her to release.
'Oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh.' Karen mewled through the gag, trying to give
voice to her orgasm, 'Uuuuuuhhhh uuuuuuuuuhhhhh!'
Karen shuddered uncontrollably within in her coarse restraints and her head
slumped forward.
Greta stood up and walked over towards her, patting her on her bowed head.
'Well done my dear, well done. You see, you do like the rope after all!'
End of Part 21
(c) 2002 Cathy P
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