The Adventures of Karen - Part 50 - Pleasures
Agnes looked over at Greta and smirked. 'I don't think she feels that Lisa is
up to it, do you?'
Greta shrugged her shoulders, making her heavy breasts sway provocatively under
their thin cladding. 'Not a problem for us, is it? After all, we shall enjoy
ourselves however the wretches perform.' She smiled broadly. 'And perform
they will!'
Karen lay with her legs as wide as she could manage and continued to slowly
pump the heavily veined dildo in and out of her increasingly wet and slick
tunnel. As she did so her mind was a turmoil of conflicting thoughts, even
though her gaze was fixed firmly on the solitary strappy shoe.
Agnes looked back at Karen and noticed her gaze, her fixed stare, at the
fragile object. 'I see you like that, my dear. Be assured that you will get
to like it a lot, get to know it intimately soon, just as soon as we have
finished with poor cramped Lisa here.'
Lisa swallowed nervously as she thought through the implications for Karen,
before her mind turned to her own immediate predicament.
Greta stood up and walked over to the cage, swaying gently as Lisa tried to
ease her cramped muscles. 'Still, my dear, be still,' Greta spoke soothingly
as she casually caressed Lisa's swollen nipples. 'You know you want to please
me, please Mistress Agnes.'
'Yes Mistress, you know that I want to please you both, to give you as much
pleasure as I can.'
Karen, her hand still steadily pumping the dildo deep inside her, wondered at
Lisa's statement. It was one thing to obey, to willingly acquiesce to a
Mistress's commands, but to actually volunteer with no incentive seemed to
Karen to be a little reckless.
Agnes looked at the naked and helpless Lisa and moved over to the table. She
looked again at Karen and reminded her, 'Slave Lisa will take whatever we give
her to my, our, complete satisfaction or you will pay the small penalty I have
promised.' She looked at Greta and raised an eyebrow. 'Is that right my dear,
the slut will please me, sorry, us and Karen will be unpunished.' As she
finished her sentence she smirked at the puzzled look on Greta's face. 'What
is the problem my dear, you look a little worried?'
Greta paused her manipulations on Lisa's swollen and rigid nipples and stared
around the room and then at Agnes. 'Nothing really, my dear, nothing. It's
just..' she paused, '... it's just that I get the impression that you are in
charge, that you are trying to take over here. Please don't be offended but I
have to remind you,' Greta lowered her voice, making it difficult for Karen and
Lisa to hear what she was saying, 'that this is my dungeon, and these are my
slaves.'
'Of cour....' Agnes tried to speak but Greta cut her off in mid-stream.
'My slaves, but of course we shall share them for our pleasures, is that
clear?' Greta paused. 'Always remember that I have the final word here.'
Agnes stood silently, worried that she had perhaps gone a little too far, too
soon. She had tried to control her words, her tone, in an attempt to slowly
take over the whole situation. Now Greta was on her guard. A problem she had
not foreseen when she first planned her scheme. What could she do now? She
had really committed herself to her long held dream, her dream to finally and
totally control Greta, to subject her to as much humiliation as she could,
perhaps even to the extent of turning the slaves against her as well. Now?
Perhaps the time was not yet right.
Greta too was silent. She had carefully groomed Karen and Lisa, and, of
course, the males along the corridor and she had her own plans for her
increasingly difficult husband. She had made all of the arrangements for the
grand "Karen and Lisa" show to go on to her existing Web site and now it seemed
as if her long time friend Agnes was trying to muscle in, trying to take over
even. She shook her head and asserted herself. 'Karen, my dear, put a little
more energy into your work will you. I am sure that if we gave Ken a chance to
fuck you he would use considerably more energy. Do as Mistress Agnes
suggested, "Fuck yourself", harder, now.'
Karen murmured her agreement, 'Yes Mistress, of course Mistress.'and increased
the tempo of her self indulgent thrusts, all of the while staring at the single
spike heeled shoe.
Agnes, sensing the need for a retreat from her previous intentions moved
swiftly to placate her friend. 'Greta my dear, my dear, dear, friend, shall we
put the young slut to her first test.' As she spoke she picked up one of the
two ornately handled hairbrushes and passed it in front of Lisa's worried gaze.
'Which end shall we try, my little slut, which would you prefer to
experience?'
Lisa looked at the brush, the handle long and intricately carved, the head
liberally covered with short stiff bristles. The thought of those being
inserted into her, however gently, horrified her. She was not averse to pain,
she even enjoyed a fair degree of pain in her never-ending search for pleasure,
but that choice, those bristles, seemed a step too far, even for her. She
thought carefully before she replied. 'I will take whatever my Mistress
desires.' She spoke pleadingly and looked directly into Greta's eyes, the
implied affront to Agnes obvious to all in the room.
Greta was quick to seize on the chance to assert her authority. 'Of course you
will my dear, of course you will. Here,' she turned to Agnes, 'give her a
taste of the handle, those nice rough edges should stimulate her nicely without
any lasting damage. After all, you know I hate to draw blood or do serious
damage to any of my guests!' She smiled confidently at the thought of Karen
and Lisa, and the wretched Andy, being quite so important as to be "guests".
Agnes, seeing that her opportunity to control the situation had passed, smiled
at Greta, 'My pleasure!' She took the handle and guided it in to the helpless
Lisa, her rounded cheeks held open, her smoothly shaven labia moist and gaping.
As Agnes inserted the wooden handle she twisted it, making Lisa gasp. Karen
paused in her pumping to stare at Lisa's face contorted with the sudden twinge
in her depths. 'Keep fucking yourself, slut!' Agnes called from behind Lisa
as she continued to twist the carved rod inside Lisa.
Greta bent down and looked into Lisa's reddened face. 'Do you like that my
dear, is it nice?'
Lisa gasped and panted as she felt the carved surface rotate deep inside her.
'Yes Mistr... ouch... ah!'
Agnes smiled at the discomfort that Lisa experienced and paused in her
manipulations. 'Not good enough I suspect, not good enough. Do you think we
could call that a failure?' She addressed Greta.
'Yes, I think we should.' Greta was happy to stop the pain for Lisa and it was
a good way to assert herself and regain control in her own dungeon. 'Yes, I
afraid slave Karen will have to pay the penalty.'
Agnes roughly withdrew the brush and threw it on the table in front of the two
girls. She looked at Karen and picked up the waiting bottle. 'Here you are,
push that thing deep in you and then drink this ... all of this!'
Karen obeyed unwillingly. She was enjoying the stimulation, she knew she was
approaching an orgasm and she wanted the flush of pleasure that she knew she
would get. She was also feeling rather uncomfortable, having already drunk one
full bottle. The thought of another, and perhaps more, worried her. She knew
that she would soon begin to feel seriously uncomfortable and she knew, or she
thought she knew, just what Agnes intended.
Greta broke into her thoughts. 'Drink up girl, drink up. You know perfectly
well that fucking can be thirsty work.'
'Yes Mistress.' Karen had to agree reluctantly, although in her experience,
self fucking was infinitely more pleasurable and less, as Great put it,
thirsty, work. Even so she removed her hands from the slick rubber, savoring
the pressure, the expansion deep inside herself, and took the bottle from Agnes
who was smiling triumphantly.
Lisa stared at her friend as she held the bottle to her lips and swallowed.
Paused for breath and swallowed again.
Agnes put her hands on her hips and glared as Karen took her time. 'Come on
woman, drink up, we haven't got all day you know. Your friend here is waiting
to try her next test. Karen nodded and continued drinking from the bottle,
tipping it up as it slowly emptied. Finally she gasped and put the bottle
down.
'Mistress.' Karen dared to speak without permission.
Answering before Agnes could react, Greta spoke. ''Yes, my dear, you have
something to say?'
'Yes Mistress, I am sorry Mistress but I am feeling a little uncomfortable
here.' She rubbed her lower stomach. 'Is it possible...'
'Nonsense!' Agnes interrupted before Karen could finish 'We have much more to
do here, so don't be silly.' She looked at Greta. 'Perhaps we should
compromise here and let the slut Lisa escape without sampling the other
brush.';
Lisa felt a flush of relief, immediately replaced by the realisation that the
remaining two objects were noticeably bigger than anything she had tried, or
inserted, in the past. The thought of the unknown made her shiver.
Greta was quite happy to concede, she felt back in control of the situation now
and could afford to be generous. 'Yes, why not. Why not indeed? In fact
perhaps we can keep Karen working on her own pleasures for now and try to
persuade Lisa that things may be a tight squash, but that she can manage it.'
She smiled at her weak joke. 'Perhaps I should have said that the squash could
be tight squash, but never mind.' Stifling a giggle she picked up the squash
and showed it to Lisa. ' DO you think you can manage that?'
'I do-don't know, Mistress. It looks so big.' Lisa was hesitant and she
looked at Karen for reassurance.
'No good looking at her, she can take most things in her cunt after all!'
Greta was firmly in control and was enjoying herself. Just look at the way she
is wearing that dildo out, rubbing it in and out like that.'
Lisa had to admit to herself that Karen did not seem too bothered by the
watching group, her eyes still staring at the shoe and her hand, both hands,
firmly grasping the phallus, pumping it vigorosly into her liquid depths.
Walking behind the caged slave, Greta handed the squash to Agnes who eagerly
pushed the carefully rounded narrow end against the waiting, heavily
lubricated, labia. She twisted it slowly back and forth and gently eased it
into the narrow, unstretched, opening.
Lisa gasped as she felt the cold pressure.
Agnes increased her efforts and managed to sink the first inch or two into the
pliable flesh.
Lisa gasped again.
'Problem my dear?' Agnes maintained the pressure. 'This is nothing really,
just imagine you were giving birth, then you would have reason to complain. I
guess Mistress Greta has not had a chance to show you her special skills with
her hands yet.'
Greta smiled inwardly and glanced at Karen, still pleasuring herself with
increasing enthusiasm. She thought of the earlier session when she had
successfully, and enjoyably, impaled a willing and wanton Karen on her clenched
fist, Impaled her on the fist and then opened her hand deep inside Karen's
capacious and sensitive cunt. Opened her hand and given Karen the kind of deep
and satisfying internal stimulation that only a woman could understand.
Lisa gasped again, unable to move in the constricting cage, as the thick neck
began to slide into her heavily lubricated channel. She tried to adjust to the
sensation of bursting, of pressure, as the smooth cold object went slowly
deeper.
Agnes was fascinated, watching the neck slowly disappear into the unwillingly
stretched flesh. 'You know, she is doing rather well here, better than I would
have expected.' She pulled a face. 'I was hoping to get a few squeals out of
her when I did this...' As she spoke she gave the squash a sharp thrust.
'Ohhhhhhh!' Lisa finally gasped at the sensation. 'Please, please...'
'Oh, you want more?' Agnes deliberately misunderstood and gave the squash
another thrust until the broad shoulder was hard against the dripping, reddened
labia. Deciding that she had achieved her object she held the squash in
position and moved a little to one side so that she could tweak Lisa's nipple
with her free hand.
'Ahhhhhhhh!' Lisa gasped, partly in pain, partly in ecstasy, at the sensations
coursing through her.
Karen paused briefly in her efforts and tore her gaze away from the glistening
heel to look at her friend, crouched immovably in the cage, while her cunt was
pitilessly stretched at the same time as her nipple was being tweaked. She
could see that, despite the unaccustomed sensations in her loins, Lisa was
beginning to experience the beginnings of an orgasm. An orgasm brought on by
being abused in a new and novel manner.
Greta let her breath out noisily, unaware that she had been holding it while
she enjoyed the sensation of seeing Lisa brought near to a climax by Agnes'
ministrations. She looked over at Agnes and smiled 'My dear, why don't we
work on these two like this for a while, I know they will enjoy it almost as
much as we will watching them.'
Agnes nodded as she gave the deeply embedded squash an gentle turn. 'Agreed.
You, Karen, you know what you have to do. Do it!'
Greta murmured her assent. 'Perhaps... you know... we can arrange a final
mutual pleasure for them both.' She looked at Agnes, at the inflatable dildo
and the remaining object. Agnes followed her gaze and nodded. 'Yes, I suspect
that it will all be thirsty work, for both of them!'
Karen, aware that her urgent pumping had eased as she watched Lisa, began her
thrusts again. She was uncomfortably aware of an increasing fullness, an
increasing pressure.
She stared at the table.
The bottles.
The inflatable dildo.
The shoe.
The spike heeled strappy sandal.
End of Part 50
(c) 2003 Cathy P
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