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 The Adventures of Karen - Part 21 - Rope

   ( ff bd ds feet shoes ir Fdom Mdom )

   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

   ...  watch out for the next Part!

   (c) Cathy P

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