The Adventures of Karen - Part 45 - Training 1
Greta relaxed as she watched Agnes complete her shower, relaxed as she looked
at the heavy swollen breasts, hanging heavily with the large areolae pointing
downwards. Downwards to the smooth shaven pubic area. Greta always felt a
pleasurable thrill as she looked at the smoothness of Agnes' body. A
smoothness that was a lasting tribute to the long and often quite painful hours
where Agnes had submitted to the therapists electrolysis. A painful way of
ensuring such softness, but, as Greta herself knew, a price well worth paying
for the hours, years even, of enhanced pleasure that only such soft smoothness
could bring.
'Well, what do you want to say my dear?' Agnes called across as she pulled on
her closely fitting trousers, her heavy breasts shaking with the effort.
'Uh-uh, you don't approve of these? Well, it keeps me, us, from getting our
hands wet for an hour or two!'
Greta resisted responding to the jibe. 'Now, I feel that we should make sure
that our little protege is well prepared for whatever may be required in
future. Once she is available to our remote guests, remote observers, she must
not be allowed to disappoint them. Or, 'Greta stared at Agnes, 'either of us!'
'Do you still want me to be the Mistress of Ceremonies?' Agnes could not
conceal her eagerness for her planned role.
'Of course, and you will enjoy it I'm sure, I'm very, very sure!' Greta was
quite aware of the exhibitionist streak that Agnes scarcely concealed. Agnes
was without doubt much more out-going than herself even though she was, on
balance, Greta thought, less inventive, less depraved even.
Good, and I have to admit that the thought of being exposed and seen by others,
strangers even, is quite a thrill, when I think of them perhaps lusting after
my body, my tits, and perhaps even my cunt. I wonder you don't want the job
for yourself.'
'No. I don't mind, shall we say, performing with you, my dear friend, but I
would be quite horrified at being exposed and even at the mercy of others. I
don't think I would really make a very good slave. Not like you, perhaps.'
Greta gave Agnes a malevolent grin.
'One day, one day, perhaps you will change your mind!'
'Never! Anyway we're not discussing my preferences, we're here to plan our
preparations for slave Karen. I think she has done well so far, she has
responded well to the rope and the strap, and she has certainly displayed a
talent for enjoying prolonged cums.' Greta leant over and patted Agnes on the
shoulder. 'Thanks to you my dear we have started to train her to like extended
torments, to long for, almost beg for, more torment to her little clit.'
'Not so little, in my observation. Have you checked her closely?' Agnes stuck
her tongue out at her friend.
'Of course, and yes, I have looked, very closely indeed, and yes I agree with
you, but there is always room for improvement.' Greta's eyes sparkled in
anticipation of future pleasures. 'No, I think our first lesson will have to
be to get her to learn true humiliation, to find pleasure in a submissive role.
To feel humiliation, to enjoy it!'
'I agree, I agree. What do you suggest we do to show her the true way?' Agnes
settled herself comfortably in the chair and crossed her hands over her still
bare breasts and began to casually stroke and rub the small nipples centered in
the dark areolae.
'Oh my, you are feeling keen!' Greta smiled as she rubbed one hand between her
own slightly parted thighs. 'Now listen very carefully. This is what I
suggest we do, and I am certain that when you have heard me out you will
agree.'
Greta walked down the corridor to the cells, looking briefly at Lisa, lying
naked on her bed, her hand between her thighs. 'Not yet my dear, your turn
will come later. Perhaps even your turn to cum. Who knows?'
Turning towards Karen's cell she entered. Karen stood up, smoothly naked, and
faced Greta. 'Well done! Now present!'
Karen spread her bare feet on the floor until they were some two and a half
feet apart and then clasped her hands behind her head. Her heavy breasts were
lifted by the process and the prominent nipples pointed invitingly at Greta.
'I have a special treat for you today my dear, I want you to go to the dungeon,
our play room, and then I can explain further. Go on, walk in front of me.'
'Mistress?' Karen was puzzled. 'May I ask a question?'
'Yes.'
'Do you want me naked, or do you want me to dress...' Karen looked uncertainly
at the shelves lined with spiked heels, at the drawers full of clothes
specially selected and provided by her mistress.
'No, today I want you to be naked, totally naked. You won't be needing any
clothes for us, for me, today' Greta smiled encouragingly. 'Now walk ahead of
me, on tip toe, so that I can admire the shape of your body. Walk slowly.'
Karen lowered her arms and walked to the door of the cell and, pausing to raise
her bare feet on tip toe, she walked slowly down the corridor. Walked,
conscious that her slow steps, on arched feet, were making her tits sway and
her rounded ass cheeks ripple provocatively. Behind her she heard Greta murmur
appreciatively.
Agnes was waiting in the chamber and stared lasciviously as the naked Karen,
breasts jiggling enticingly , entered the room. 'Go over there.' Agnes
motioned to the center of the stage where a large, chair like, device was
waiting.
'Stand by that, my dear, and wait for me.' Greta walked slowly into the room
and smirked at Agnes, who had now put on a demure top, covering her heavy
breasts from the view of the waiting slave.
'Now, sit on the seat and lift your legs onto the sides.'
Karen sat gingerly on the thinly padded u-shaped seat, conscious as she did so
that there was no way she could hide her sensitive areas once she was seated.
Carefully she lifted her bare legs on to the narrow metal supports that were
opened into a narrow vee.
'Sit back and wait!' Greta spoke briskly as she moved behind Karen. Working
swiftly she passed a narrow leather strap around Karen, across her hips and
fastened it tightly behind the chair, preventing any possibility of movement at
the hip. Moving down to Karen's right leg she strapped her bare ankle to the
support before she extended a strange looking metal plate from under the
support. Adjusting it carefully she held Karen's bare foot firmly and pressed
it hard against the plate while she used a thin leather thong to weave between
the bare toes and some corresponding holes in the plate. Satisfied with her
efforts she pulled the ends of the thong as tight as she could before tying it
firmly under the plate.
'Hmmm! I wonder just what you are planning now?' Agnes was intrigued by the
procedure and watched closely as Greta repeated the process with Karen's left
leg and foot.
'Can you move now my dear?' Greta looked at Karen, who dutifully tried to move
her lags and her hips. Despite struggling she found that she was unable to
make any noticeable movement, her hips held firm and her legs stretched and
immovable. 'Good, good!' Greta stood back and flicked a small switch at the
side of the chair.
'Ahhhhhhh!' Karen gasped as the plates so firmly fixed to her bare toes
suddenly moved. Moved downwards away from her as their supporting arms
extended. Moved downwards pulling the bare toes, the bare feet, as the far as
they could. With her legs held firmly by the leather straps at the ankles the
effect on Karen was to bend her feet downwards, arching them in exactly the
same way as if she had been wearing five or six inch heels. Ankles bent
downwards, while her toes, her tightly bound bare toes, were held upwards in an
exact simulation of the effect that a pair of high shoes would have had.
Greta looked proudly at Agnes. 'What do you think of that little trick? It
has the same effect on the slut as if she was wearing really high heels without
the inconvenience of any protection to the bare soles, her soft, ' Greta paused
and emphasized the words, 'her soft bare soles. Just right to be tormented
whenever we feel like it.'
Agnes nodded eagerly. She knew full well the effect that any punishment on her
own bare feet had, and how arousing she found the stimulation, the feeling of
helplessness combined with the exquisite pain. 'Oh yes! I like!'
Greta turned back to Karen. 'Just wait a moment while we get comfortable and
then I'll tell you what to do.' She motioned to Agnes to bring a couple of
chairs closer so that they could sit down next to Karen's captive legs.
Flicking another switch Karen's legs were opened wider so that there was an
unobstructed view between the finely arched feet, up to the smooth thighs and
the puffy smooth labia. 'A little closer my dear, we need a good view.'
Agnes and Greta pulled their chairs closer as Karen stared down at them from
her punishment chair, from her tightly restrained position, lower body, legs,
feet, toes all helpless.
'Now! Begin!'
'W-what, Mistress, what do you want me to do?' Karen was confused as she saw
the two women stare intently between her open legs. Stare at the puffy flesh.
'Masturbate of course! Make yourself cum while we watch!' Greta winked at
Agnes. 'Get on with it!'
'B-but....'
'Do it, get those fingers working. Get that cunt wet and make yourself cum.
You can do it when you like in your own bed, so do it for us now. Now!' Greta
spoke harshly.
'Yes, yes Mistress, sorry Mistress' Karen tried to apologize as she pushed her
hands down towards her cleft. Pushed her hands down and used her probing
fingers to open her labia, barely damp, to expose the inner bud, the inner
warmth, to the close gaze of her Mistress.
'Start fingering it now!' Greta was getting impatient.
Quickly Karen, realizing that it would be unwise to disobey her Mistress, began
her familiar fingering motion, twirling between the inner lips and flicking
across the opening to her well used cunt, still sore from her earlier
exertions. Slowly, but inevitably, the sensitive flesh began to show signs of
moisture, of wetness as Karen continued her stimulation. A stimulation that
she found awkward in her strangely confined position. Stimulation that, even
so, she was beginning to enjoy.
As her fingers flicked across her sensitive flesh, across the stiffening bud of
her prominent clitoris, Agnes began to exchange comments with her friend.
'Look at her little clit, so pitiful!'
'Yes, she has no idea how to pleasure herself. Look how dry her pitiful cunt
is, even after that.'
'Perhaps she needs me to teach her a lesson in masturbation methods.'
'Agnes, my dear, that would be an excellent idea, but later. Now, slut, '
Greta addressed Karen, ' Get on with it,. I want to see your juices flowing,
and your clit swollen to bursting. I want to see you cum, and I want to hear
you cum.'
'Is she a real screamer when she makes herself cum, do you think, Greta my
dear. Like you!' Agnes added maliciously.
'Oh she'll be a screamer when we have finished with her today.'
Karen struggled to concentrate her efforts, and her mind, on her task as her
fingers strummed continuously across her sensitive flesh, and into the entrance
to her rapidly lubricating cunt. Struggling to spread her wetness for her
Mistresses to see, she worked feverishly on her swollen clit, but despite
frantic fingering, rubbing and flicking she could not bring herself near to the
edge, let alone make herself cum.
'Mistress.' Karen spoke nervously, making sure that her fingers continued
their relentless stimulation. 'I, I can't do it. I can't concentrate while
you are both watching me so closely. Can I stop, please.'
'Useless slut!' Agnes snarled, 'Perhaps we should whip her cunt for her.'
'No my dear, no. Have patience.' Greta was conciliatory in tone. 'Karen my
dear, give your poor fingers a rest, they must ache by now, and I'm sure your
clit is getting so sore.'
'Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.' Karen gratefully gasped as she moved her
hands away from her wetness.
Greta stood up and moved behind Karen to make some adjustments to the chair.
As she undid some clips the back of the chair fell away to rest at a slight
angle below the horizontal. 'Now, my dear, lie back. Don't worry , you won't
fall.'
Cautiously Karen lowered her upper body onto the re-positioned support. 'Thank
you Mistress. What should I do now?'
'Nothing my dear, it's more a matter of what I can do for you. Wait!' Greta
moved to one side and bent down to pick up a large board from under the seat.
'Agnes, my dear, can you give me a hand with this. I don't want to damage our
little slut. Yet!'
Agnes got up and helped Greta to position the wide wooden board as she was
instructed. Satisfied, they both stood back and admired the result of their
combined efforts.
Karen was lying motionless on the downward tilting chair, her legs still held
firmly and wide apart. Her bare feet still held rigidly in their extended
position with her toes tightly bound. Her upper body, the heavy breasts
hanging slightly to either side, was still free.
'Try and look up my dear.' Greta instructed.
Struggling, Karen tried to raise her head as much as she could in her difficult
position. All she could see within field of vision was a wooden board fixed
firmly across her waist. Her view was confined to the smooth heavy curves of
her breasts, but below the waist nothing was visible. Even her Mistress was
hidden from sight.
Karen could hear the slight click of the house phone, familiar from her
previous experiences in the dungeon. 'You can come in now, you have your
instructions.' Greta's voice was soft but the words were still clear to Karen.
A faint draught blew across her slightly sweating torso as a door somewhere
opened. Soft footsteps approached the other side of the board, accompanied by
a low murmuring.
Suddenly, without any warning, she felt cool fingers begin to explore her
swollen labia, to explore the dampness, the wetness.
'Ahhhhhhh!' Karen could not prevent herself crying out at the sudden touch, at
the familiar pleasure.
'Not so much noise, slut. You will endure whatever we wish, you'll have a
chance to scream later, I'm sure. Now, just look to your right.'
Karen turned her head, even as the fingers continued their exploring, their
probing. A shadow approached as she tried to focus.
It was a naked man.
A tall naked man.
A tall naked man with a massive erection!
It was Ken.
A smiling Ken. Posing proudly as his engorged cock swayed upright just a few
feet in front of Karen's gaze. A cock with the head bared and swollen, the rim
standing proud of the shaft, a superb mushroom shaped crown on the long thick
stem.
Greta's voice came faintly from behind the screen. 'Keep looking at that cock
my dear, just think what that cock could do for you right now!' As she spoke
she emphasized her words with thrusts of her fingers into the slick cunt.
Ken merely stood and smiled slightly as Karen kept her gaze fixed on the
throbbing proud erection. An erection that was exceptionally firm and rigid.
An erection that she wanted to lick. To savor. To suck. To swallow. To fuck!
As she stared she felt herself getting nearer to the edge. Any earlier
thoughts of embarrassment were lost in the pleasure of the steady and expert
probing of fingers. Of fingers exploring the soft wet recesses of her cunt.
Of fingers teasing her swollen clitoris. Fingers! Fingers! Fingers
everywhere! More than one hand! More than one person!
Karen shuddered with pleasure as she realized what as happening to her. She
was being expertly ,masturbated by two people at the same time. Her body, legs
held wide, feet, bare feet, held in a grotesque parody of high heeled shoes was
being controlled, being brought nearer to orgasm, by both Mistresses.
Karen closed her eyes in ecstasy, stealing a quick glance at the swollen cock
as she submitted to the fingering, the masturbation, behind the wooden screen.
Karen was cumming. She felt the waves begin to build up in her loins as her
clitoris was relentlessly strummed. It was getting nearer, nearer. Then,
suddenly, nothing!
Karen felt desperately disappointed. So near cumming, so very near. 'Mistress,
please, please. make me cum, let me cum' As she spoke she opened her eyes and
stared at the thick cock, still throbbing and pulsing, the head covered in a
sheen of pre-cum.
'Really, is that what you really want?'
Staring at the thick purple headed cock, Karen knew that she did not want to be
masturbated to a climax. 'Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me please!' Karen almost
screamed her frustration, her desperation.
Behind the screen Greta and Agnes exchanged triumphant smiles.
'Very well, you may have your wish. Ken, come round here, you have a task!'
Greta struggles to keep her voice even.
With a triumphant glance at Karen, who was staring longingly at his erection,
at the glistening pre-cum, Ken walked out of view.
'Have you changed your mind, slave Karen?' Greta spoke loudly.
'No, Mistress, I want it, I need to cum. Please. I want to be fucked. I want
a cock in my cunt.'
'Very well. Here you are then.'
Karen held her breath as she felt the probing of a hard swollen cock against
her engorged labia. Gasped as she felt it begin to slide slowly, slowly,
slowly into her waiting, flooded cunt. 'Ohmigod! Yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck
me!'
Greta smirked at Agnes. 'I told you she could scream when the occasion demanded
it.' Changing her tone she addressed Karen. 'How does that feel, my dear?
You like the feeling of cock in your cunt do you?'
'Yes, yes, I think so Mistress.' Karen answered uncertainly. Her mind was in
a whirl. She could feel a cock enter her, she was certain that she could feel
a hand guiding the cock as it slowly entered her. but something did not feel
quite as she had expected.
'What is the matter slave?' Greta called across the board, her hand holding
the erect cock and slowly guiding it, holding it, restraining it from fully
entering the wet cunt. 'I thought you wanted to be fucked.'
'Mistress I do want to be fucked, I need to be fucked. I need my cunt
stretched. I need my cunt fucked and filled with man-cum. Please.' Karen
begged for relief as the hidden hand held the cock still, hard knuckles rubbing
her swollen, bursting clit as she felt the gentle pulsing of the swollen head
just within her eager cunt.
Greta smiled at Agnes, who nodded back. 'Just a little deeper then, slave,
just a little deeper.'
Karen felt the hand move and the cock sink further into her warmth before
another hand gripped the cock.
'Please, fuck me, fuck me please. Cum in me please.'
'You want some cum do you?' Agnes spoke for the first time.
'Pleaseeeee.' Karen screamed her frustration.
As she drew breath she felt the cock being pulled out. She became aware that
the restraining hand, the restricting hand, was moving. The hidden cock was
being masturbated. She was certain of that. Her frustration became even more
intense as she strained to stretch her legs, flex her bare toes, to grab at the
hidden cock. The cock she needed desperately, urgently, deep, deep inside her.
The slow masturbation continued, the hand gently brushing against her swollen
labia on every stroke. Even as it continued Karen wondered. The cock felt
good. Any cock would feel good! But, this time, she had been expecting to be
entered, pounded, by a relentless hard erection. Stretched by a swollen shaft.
Stretched by a wide head with a rigid pronounced rim. This cock did not feel
quite right to her. Never mind, she thought, any cock will do.
A grunt sounded behind the board. At the same time Karen felt a warm
stickiness against her clitoris. A warmth that could only be hot cum, hot cum
jetted from a cock.
'Nooooooooooooo! I want a cock in me, in my cunt, please, pleaseeeeee!'
Karen screamed herself hoarse as she begged to be fucked.
'My dear, didn't you enjoy that, you wanted to feel hot cum after all?' Greta
moved around the screen and spoke softly.
'Yes, yes...but...' Karen gasped in frustration. 'I wanted to be fucked. I
needed to be fucked. I wanted Ken to fuck me. Please! I beg, I'm begging for
cock.' She stared desperately at Greta who smiled in return.
'Oh dear, didn't you like it then?' Greta turned to call across the screen.
'She didn't like it, she was disappointed. I wonder why?'
Karen felt a hand rub the warmth, the wet cream, across her clit and between
her swollen labia. She saw a movement behind Greta as a naked man walked into
her view.
A massive throbbing erection, with pre-cum running liberally down mushroom
head, down the shaft.
Ken!
Karen stared in wonderment at the erection she so desperately wanted deep
inside her cunt, fucking her tightly bound body.
'But...'
A voice interrupted her.
'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!'
'Nooooooooo!' Karen wailed. No wonder the cock had felt different, had not
really satisfied her, even as it entered her. She had been forced to accept
Andy's cock, forced to accept his cream spurting over her swollen clitoris.
'There, there, my dear,' Greta crooned. 'You see, you should have made
yourself cum for us, then you would have been rewarded by a proper cock. A
prooper fuck! Ken, come here and let her suck it for you. I'm sure that you
could use some help with that.'
'Thank you Mistress. I would love the slave to suck my cock if that is your
wish.' He smiled triumphatrly down at the sweating Karen. 'To swallow my
cum!'
'Of course. Fuck her mouth this time and perhaps next time you can show the
pitiful creature here just how to use a cock to satisfy a woman!' Greta raised
her eyebrows and nodded him forward.
As the cock, the swollen head, entered her gaping mouth, Karen heard Greta
speak once more. 'Next time, you will do as you are told. Won't you?'
Karen, unable, unwilling to speak, nodded as the swollen head filled her mouth,
nodded and groaned as she felt the cock slide deeper. Groaned even more as she
felt warm hands explore her swollen labia as the cock slowly fucked into her
willing,mouth.
'Good, good! You want to be stretched. We can arrange that!' Greta stared at
Ken as he continued to slowly push his cock ever deeper into Karen's mouth.
End of Part 45
(c) 2003 Cathy P
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