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 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.  #
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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