The Adventures of Karen - Part 19 - The Cells 1

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Karen walked down the corridor to the place, the cell, that she had already begun to think of as home.  She could hear quiet male voices behind her in the other half of the corridor, the place she knew she would never see, the male quarters.  Presumably Andy and Ken were re-living the days experiences in some way or another.

As she reached the open door to her own cell, Karen paused and saw that the screen between her cell and Lisa's had been raised.  She walked into her room and looked through the forbidding bars, as the outer door swung to and closed with a slight click.  She was now safely locked in for the night and, she could see, she would be able to talk to Lisa who was lying naked on her bed.

Karen walked over to her shelves and carefully stored the skimpy thong-like garment that she had worn for much of her day, and then, with care, and some reverence, placed her spike heeled shoes in their appointed place.

Lisa watched this activity with an amused smile.

'Are you always so neat and tidy?'

'Oh yes, I was well trained by my former husband', Karen responded, without smiling, 'he always insisted that everything was just so, or he would find ways to punish me, and, believe me, they were not experiences I would wish to repeat too often.'

'You will have to tell me all about that one day', Lisa got up and walked across to the bars separating their rooms, their cells.

Karen turned and looked at Lisa.  Her smooth nakedness was definitely appealing, very appealing.  The way that her nicely rounded breasts hung, the large nipples, the shaven mound, all in all Lisa was definitely a very appealing sight.  As she ran her eyes over the smooth naked flesh Karen could see that there were still faint red marks where Lisa had been strapped to the intriguing metal construction.  She thought, sadly, that it was a pity that she had not had the chance to further explore the possibilities with the out-stretched and naked Lisa.  Still, there was always another time.  Many other times in fact, she hoped!

'Lisa, my dear friend, what happened to you after I left with Mistress?'

Lisa explained in great detail the way that Andy had been treated, especially the way that he had been made to pay homage to her bound bare feet.

'Did he like that?', Karen asked, 'He used to love sucking my toes, just like my husband did.'

'Oh yes, her liked it and no mistake.  I think he wanted to suck my toes but he was only allowed to lick the soles of my feet.  I'm sure he liked that, you should have seen him masturbating while he kept licking.'

'Oh, he would, he would!'  Karen smiled thinking of all the times she had made him do exactly the same thing to her.  It seemed that this was exactly the right place for Andy to be, a place of humiliation and punishment.  It was just a pity that he wouldn't be able to make love to, no, to fuck, her, at least for some time to come.  Karen smiled inwardly at the unintended pun.

'Tell me what you did with Mistress', Lisa pleaded, 'did you manage to please her?'

'Yes, I think so, I think I made her cum several times.'

'Did she make you suck her tits?'

'Oh yes, and she definitely liked that.  And I liked that too, I almost had a nice cum while I was sucking her nipples.'

Karen felt a warm glow as she recalled the size and texture of those rubbery teats.

Lisa sensed that Karen wasn't telling her everything, 'And what else?'

'I'm not sure I should tell you, it was, like, sort of different, if you like.'  Karen was not sure whether the thought of her being fisted, fist fucked, would shock Lisa, but she decided to go ahead.'

'Well, she made me lie wide open and then she made me let her put her whole hand deep inside me..

'Did she strap you down tightly?'

'Actually, no.  It was a bit strange at first.  It was something that I had never really tried before.  She made me spread out wide, with my wrists and ankles at each corner of her bed and then to behave as if I was completely helpless.  She warned me that I mustn't move at all or she would punish me with a cane.', Karen paused, 'Have you ever been caned by her?'

'Yes, lots of times.  I think she likes to make me squeal.  It hurts a lot at the time but afterwards she makes me cum and so it is always worth the pain.  At least, I think it is, she doesn't often let me cum without some sort of punishment first.'

'Oh, my dear sweet Lisa, I know I could make you cum so easily without any pain first.'  Karen smiled at her, 'Would you like that one day?'

'Oh yes, yes, yes please!'  Lisa almost begged, 'But, please tell me more about you and Mistress.'

'Well, I lay there and stretched out as far as I could while she began to push her fingers into me, deep into me.'

'Did you like that then?  Was it nice?'  Lisa moved closer to the bars and held her hand out towards Karen.

'Yes, it hurt a bit a first but, once she had pushed right in, it felt good, and she made me cum too.'  Karen put her hand between her legs and felt her smooth lips, enjoying the thought.  'You see I've never managed to do that to myself, I was always too afraid of splitting myself or something.'

Lisa nodded in agreement.  'Yes, I know what you mean, I can only manage two or three fingers myself, and Mistress has never tried that with me.'

'Ah well, she must know that I have been, what could you say, well-used in the past so she probably thought it was easier for me.'  Karen paused.  'You know, I think I would like to try myself again, I know that I can get four fingers inside.'

Lisa said nothing, but put her fingers to her lips and looked around the room.  'Aren't you worried about Mistress seeing you on one of her cameras.  You know how she likes to keep an eye on us.'

'True, but I don't think she would mind too much, after all she may approve if I could do it, or even if you could do it.'  Karen looked at Lisa through the bars.  'Shall we try together and see how we get on.'

Lisa giggled.  'Hmmm, yes, I suppose we could, but I'm not very wet at the moment.'

'Now, don't tell me that you don't know what to do about that!'  Karen rebuked Lisa and moved across to her waiting bed.  Lisa watched and followed suit.

'Can I watch you and see what you do first?' Lisa called across, 'I don't think I shall be able to get any more into me though, perhaps one day you could try it for me and see what happens, I know you would be gentle with me.'.

'Yes, of course, I'd love to play with you and get you so wet you wouldn't know what I was doing.'  Karen smiled happily at Lisa, 'Look, I shall move a bit so that you can see me better.  Anyway I think it may help me if I am being watched.'

Karen wriggled on her bed, angling her body so that her wet swollen labia were fully exposed, and not only to Lisa's lusting eyes..



As Lisa had suspected, Greta was indeed watching the activities in the girls cells on her monitor screens.  If only she knew who was watching, just her and not Karl, she thought, perhaps Karen would have second thoughts.  She settled down and made herself comfortable, after starting a video recorder.  After all, she thought to herself, if all went well, Karl would be very interested in the show, and, in any case there were always buyers for that kind of voyeuristic video,  At that thought Greta actually laughed out loud.

The slaves did not know that she and Karl had discussed a new enterprise involving all four of them.  An enterprise that would certainly make them some extra money.  Money that they didn't actually need, they were wealthy enough already, but after all, money is always useful.  Actually, she thought, there were some details to be organised still, but the principle was established.  In addition to loaning, or hiring, their slave menagerie out to like-minded friends for use and abuse, it seemed a natural extension to provide some kind of service for other people, on a more remote, pay per view basis.  Karl had a number of influential contacts in the Internet business and it seemed a good idea to offer certain, discreet, services to like-minded viewers out in cyber-space.

A lot of the details were expected to be fixed at the next house party, when several of the guests wanted to explore the possibilities of such remote abuse.  As things were going, she mused, it looks like the next few days of preparation are going to be very busy.



Karen, on her bed, had her legs spread wide, her feet hanging over the sides and Lisa could see, from her own room, even at a distance of some ten feet, that Karen's lips were really engorged and slick.  Karen started to play with her clit, which, always prominent and a source of pride, had swollen even more under the expectation of further arousal.  Slowly she began to toy with the wet opening to her soft flesh, flicking her fingers across and stimulating the myriad of nerve endings.  Tentatively, she gently thrust two fingers slowly into herself.

Lisa was watching wide eyed, one hand gently strumming her own swollen clit and the other teasing her nipples alternately.

'Go on, Karen, more, push in more please!'  Lisa pleaded.  Greta in her remote viewing room could only echo the thought, as, entranced, she began to rub her hand between her legs in expectation of seeing Karen lose all control.

Karen was almost lost in her own pleasures and only heard Lisa through the pounding in her own ears. Slowly, tentatively, she tried a third finger and pushed again.  A little further in, almost to the knuckle and it definitely felt good, very good.

'Go on, more, push more!' Lisa pleaded, herself feeling more aroused by her own two fingers.

A fourth finger.  Again pushing to the limit, as far as she had ever done to herself before.  Karen began to sweat as the sensation, the sweet stretching sensation, began to flow through her wet hot loins.  She kept on pushing until the whole of her hand, up to the base of her thumb, had been thrust into her wettest recess.

'Ohmigod, Karen, you are so incredible.  Can you take any more?'  Lisa panted as she felt herself becoming soaking wet with excitement.

'Wait a moment, I have to rest.'  Karen slowly, reluctantly, pulled her hand out of herself, feeling the slickness, the oiliness, of her juices between her fingers.  She flexed her fingers and thought for a moment, trying to recall just how the Mistress had managed to insinuate her whole hand into her.  Yes!  That was it, fold the fingers and lay the thumb along the middle.  She tried it and looked at her hand.  It looked so wide, so thick.  Surely she could never take it.

'Yes, you can do it, please, Karen, just for me!'  Lisa was beginning to lose control of her strumming fingers, an orgasm was looming for her.
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Karen eased her position on the bed, sitting up a little on her pillows so that she could look down over her swollen tits, her rounded belly, to her smoothly shaven mound.  She still kept her legs as wide as she could and moved her shoulders a little.  Settling herself into position, so that her right hand had an easier reach down to her cunt, she folded her hand as tight as she could and once again tried to insert her fingers into her cunt.  This time, the wetness helped her, and the pointed fingers easily slid into her.  As her fingers, and thumb slid further inside she felt a resistance as her rounded knuckles, the widest part of her hand, reached the wet, sensitive, entrance.

'Now, don't stop!  Push!'  Lisa called frantically.

Karen paused for a moment, and then, with a conscious effort, pushed hard feeling her knuckles force their way into her wetness.  Into her slick and incredibly lubricated cunt.  Ohmigod, she thought.  Oh yes it is, it is going in.

Karen held her hand halfway inside herself and looked across at Lisa who was literally on the verge of cumming.

'Watch me, I am going the whole way..........now!'  With a final thrust, Karen managed to insert the whole of her hand deep inside herself.  She felt her fingers as she moved them experimentally, felt them rubbing her g-spot, the tips stroking her firm hard cervix.

'Ohmigod!  Ohmigod, it so good, so good!'  Karen could contain herself no longer.  She started to slowly pump her hand in and out of herself.  It felt so good, better even than when her Mistress had done it.  She paused and wondered if she could try a little experiment.  Carefully, and thankful that she wore no rings and kept her nails neatly trimmed, she slowly tried to form her fingers into a fist, a proper, rounded fist.

Yes!

Yes, she managed it and felt the incredible sensation of thickness deep inside herself.  Once again she started pumping, thrusting, fucking herself.  The position was uncomfortable and hurt her wrist, but perhaps practice would help, after all it was her first time.

'Yes, let's try and cum together!', Lisa panted, one hand holding her wet labia apart as the other frantically strummed her clit.  She stared intently at the sight across the room, beyond the bars, wishing she could kneel at her friends side and have a close, a very close, view of the stretching, the thrusting.

Karen, keeping up her thrusting, her rubbing on the firm spongy pad so deep inside her, looked across at Lisa and smiled.

'Yes, lets go for it!'

She began long, steady, thrusts, withdrawing her hand almost out of her fully stretched cunt and then thrust it, wrist deep, back inside herself.  She increased her pace, faster than before but not as fast as her Mistress had managed such a few short hours before.

Suddenly she felt the pulsing, the familiar throbbing in her temples.  She was cumming!  Keeping up her thrusts she continued as the waves of orgasm flooded over her.

Spent at last she slowly, reluctantly, withdrew her hand, her slick, wet, hand.  As she did so there was a distinct squelch, a vulgar sounding squelch, as her hand left her enclosing cunt.  She could feel the cool air of the room between her legs and even inside herself.  Despite, or because of, her frenzied thrusting, it seemed that her over worked cunt was reluctant to return to its normal size.  Across the room on her own bed, her own orgasm subsiding, Lisa could see the gaping, open, inviting, tunnel.



Greta, panting with her own exertions in her lonely office kept looking intently at the screen.  She was quite fascinated by the gaping open wet tunnel in front of her.  If only she had a more powerful zoom lens on the camera, she thought.  Karl will have to do something about that, and quickly.

She looked one last time at the screen showing Lisa spread on her bed, eyes closed and gently cupping her breasts as she relaxed after such a satisfying cum.  She took another look at Karen and saw that slowly, so slowly, her gaping open hole, her cunt, had closed down to almost its normal size.  Her eyes too were shut and she had one hand cupping her left breast as she gently fingered the nipple, flicking her finger tips across the end.

Greta prepared to switch the video recorder off as she collected her thoughts.   She already knew that Karen appeared willing to undergo any kind of bondage she would wish to explore, or at least any kind that had so far been tried in the dungeon.  She was willing to perform well in pleasing her Mistress, taking and giving so much pleasure from her heavy tits.  She had shown herself capable of taking, of enjoying, even, a vigorous fisting, the fist slave that Greta had craved for.  She had never managed to get any other woman to that stage with no problems, they always struggled and made too much noise for her liking, preventing her from achieving her goal.  But Karen, she was different, more compliant, more willing, almost eager, and, above all she had just demonstrated that she had the ability to fist herself.  At last, Greta thought, I have a slave who can please me, at least when she is my tit-slave, she can take my fist, or perhaps later, even my fists.  She can do it to herself.  Oh yes, she will be perfect to provide some amusement for Karl and me and more especially, our guests from time to time.

Now, what else did she have to establish in the short time before the crucial evening planned to discuss their future activities.  Well, and Greta paused here, thinking back, she will have to show that she is not only as good as her partner, but in fact much better at pleasing me with her tongue.  If she were honest to herself, Greta had to admit that good though Andy was, he was still only a male and, as such, could never truly give a woman the fullest deepest pleasures that only another woman, from her own experience, could provide.  Yes, slave Karen would soon be tasting her Mistresses warm sweet juices.

Good, Greta thought, that is good for my personal, my intimate pleasures, where else have we to go.  Much of the equipment in the dungeon had yet to be used but there would always be time for that sort of thing.  No, there was one gap in Karen's initial training.  She had endured weights, suspension and tight strapping.  She had not felt the kiss of rope bonds, the special pleasure that the intimate touch of rope could bring.  Not yet!  That would the next step she decided, before my personal satisfaction in fact.  The only problem was the final decision, should she learn the smooth, tight, almost burning, sensation of nylon rope, or should she first feel the proper touch, the warm caress, the embrace of hempen rope.  Definitely, the hempen rope was the next test, the next ordeal for Karen.  There were so many ways to experiment with, to torment, a naked female, especially a naked heavy breasted female like Karen.  The thought of applying close, tight, rope cinches to Karens nakedness, her heavy tits and shaven cunt made Greta pause and again finger her dampening loins.

She looked back at the screen showing Karen, now fast asleep and breathing peacefully.

'Yes my dear, rest well, you will have a long hard day tomorrow!'





End of Part 19


... watch out for the next Part!

(c) Cathy P

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