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 The Adventures of Karen - Part 22 - Punishment.

   ( ff bd ds feet shoes ir Fdom Mdom )

   Karen slowly stood up as the last of her rope bonds were released.  Her
knees and arms ached from their long unnatural constraint.  But, despite
their treatment, both her nipples and her clitoris were still sufficiently
sensitive as to need further arousal.  Pleased that she did not feel too
sore, Karen wondered she dare request permission to masturbate.  While she
thought, standing with head bowed, she looked down over her swelling
breasts and savored the sight of the red lines that the tight, coarse, rope
had indented into the tender flesh.  Strange, she thought, after all of
that pain, that discomfort, now the sight of the marks excites me.

   Greta was watching carefully.  She had experienced this effect before in
slaves who had been given their initial rope training.  All of them
resisted it, begging for the smoother constraint of leather, but, after
they had felt the coarse caress of the rope, they all felt the same desire,
the same need for further confinement, for further tightness across their
most tender and receptive flesh.

   'No, before you ask, you may not cum!' Greta smiled at Karen's obvious
disappointment.  'You stood up well against the torments that your friend
brought upon you, and you saw how she displeased me.  You, you my dear,
will now help me to punish her in turn.'

   Lisa felt dismay, she was already aware of the way Greta loved to use
one slave to torment, to torture, another, but after the way she had caused
Karen to be tied she wondered if Karen would ever forgive her.

   'Go and unfasten her cage, just make sure she feels one last kiss of
those spikes!'

   Karen padded on sore, bare feet across to the cage.  She could see the
dozens of small red indentations where the fine nosed spikes had probed the
tender flesh whenever Lisa had moved in the slightest way.  Heedless of her
instructions, Karen took care to release the neck clamp without causing any
undue pain to Lisa.  # Lisa looked gratefully at Karen for that small
mercy. However the respite was short-lived as Karen put her arm through the
bars, carefully, and pushed Lisa in the small of her back.  Lisa lurched
forward on her stiletto clad feet and pressed herself firmly, but
unwillingly, against the spikes down the front of the cage.

   'Ow!  Oh!  It hurts so much.  Please don't hurt me any more!' Lisa made
a tear stained plea to Karen as she walked around to the front of the cage.
Looking grimly at the pin-pricked rounded tits and belly she slowly, even
reluctantly, opened the front of the cage and offered her hand to help Lisa
step out.

   Lisa stood shakily as her hands rose to her sore pock-marked tits.  She
rubbed them gently, more to ease the discomfort than for any pleasurable
reason.

   'Bring her over here, you have work to do.'

   Karen looked to where Greta was pointing.  She had set up a small,
sturdy, metal tripod in the center of the stage, carefully placed so the
victim could be easily accessed all round.  A long chain hung down from the
darker recesses of the ceiling with metal loops dangling free.  Lisa looked
across and gasped.  She had a terrible sense of doom, She was all too aware
of what Greta had planned for her; she had once seen a visiting guest
subject someone to this torment, and it had not been a pleasant evening,
for anyone.  Well, Lisa thought, certainly not for the victim.  She focused
her gaze on the tripod.

   Greta smiled as she saw the gaze, and laughed out loud as she saw the
expression Karen's face.

   'Come now , my dears, that's not too bad surely?'

   Karen looked closely.  Carefully fixed to the top of the tripod was a
large black rubber dildo.  It was a dildo quite unlike any she had seen
before, the head was distinctly larger than life even though the shape
faithfully echoed a real life fully aroused male glans.  The shaft was more
normal in size but it appeared to be well endowed with a number of sort
rubber nipples sticking out around the circumference over the lower few
inches.  At the bottom of the dildo a narrow flange was visible, pointing
forward, towards where any clit may come into contact with it.  The whole
of this flange appeared to covered in a number of quite thin rubber probes,
an inch or so long .  Coming from underneath was a long thick cable which
seemed to be connected to some sort of control box lying on the floor
besides Greta's chair.

   The tripod was more robust than a photographic tripod, even though it
appeared to have a center column that was adjusted by a rotating wheel.  In
fact, Karen thought, the mechanism seems suspiciously like an ordinary,
well, perhaps not so ordinary, car jack.  Turning the wheel would raise, or
lower, the central pillar and with it the monstrous black hard rubber
dildo.

   Surely the Mistress did not intend for Lisa to sit on that!

   Just how wrong Karen was!  Greta ordered Lisa to stand beside the
fiendish device.

   'Its a good job you have those heels on, my dear, otherwise it might
split you in two!' Greta was highly amused.  'Just observe how my little
toy works.'

   Greta picked up the control box and flicked a switch.  Immediately the
phallus started to vibrate, and, as she turned another control the
intensity varied.  Switching the power off she smiled at the two naked
girls, both of whom were looking increasingly apprehensive.

   'Not bad, eh?' Greta turned another switch.

   As she did so the head, the monstrously swollen head, changed size, it
actually became smaller.  Smaller!  Clearly Lisa was pleased.  perhaps it
would not be too bad to endure after all.  Then Greta reversed the switch
and the head returned to its former size and then expanded even more.  At
this stage it looked almost grotesque.  At its smallest it was rather like
a golf ball in size and the shaft was in proportion but now, the shaft
remained unchanged but the head was more like the size of a tennis ball.

   'You might just feel that inside you, my dear, and you might just like
it too.' Greta adjusted another switch and the head rapidly pulsed between
the two extremes of size.  'Why, even I might like to ride that!' Greta's
face was expressionless, concealing the pleasure she recalled from her own
private session with the toy.  Her excuse to Karl had been rather lame, on
the basis that, after all, someone had to test his ideas.

   'Well, that's it, well, almost.  I'd forgotten the best bit.'

   Greta made a further adjustment.  This time the shaft altered its girth
from the minimum, almost normal size, until it swelled up until it matched
the swollen head.

   'There you are my dears, it can do all of that and of course it can
vibrate at any time.  Isn't technology marvellous?  Its all down to
hydraulics really, you see, so it is rather like a man after all.  A man
who can last long enough to bring real pleasure to a woman.'

   Lisa stared numbly at the device.  The thought of mounting that thing,
that obscene thing, terrified her.  She knew that she could never take it,
It would surely split her in two.  Why wasn't it Karen, she thought, she
can stretch so much further than me.

   'Yes, slave Lisa, you will enjoy this, and after we've finished even you
might find that you can enjoy rather more than a pitiful two fingers
probing you!' Lisa looked at Greta quizzically.  'Oh yes!  I know just how
much you can take, and you have a long way to go before you can match your
friend here.'

   'Now, go and stand astride your new lover!' Greta was tired of the talk
and wanted some action, she wanted to see Lisa begin to suffer.

   Lisa moved over and stood, legs astride the dildo, grateful for her five
inch heels.  Heels that meant that the head of the rubber invader just
brushed against her moist labia.

   'Karen, I want you to clip her wrists to those chains up there, I don't
want her to fall over, she might miss the fun.  Then you can remove her
shoes, I suspect she will be glad to take them off at last!' Greta settled
comfortably in her seat, beginning to warm to her task.  She enjoyed her
role as an instructor and, she suspected, Karen was going to enjoy her role
as the student.  As for Lisa, well, she thought, she was the specimen for
this lesson, and the feelings of specimens were not really important, just
as long as they showed the right reactions!  Which, she fully intended,
Lisa would do!

   Karen dutifully fastened leather loops around Lisa's wrists as she held
them up for her.  Once that was done, with her arms held loosely in the
air, clipped to the rings, Karen knelt on the floor.  She looked at the
spike heels, so high and so thin, and understood how uncomfortable they
must have been while Lisa was standing so still her cage.  She lifted up
one foot and slipped off the shoe.  Lisa's bare foot was reddened where the
shoe had pressed against her and, feeling the relief, she wriggled her
toes. Karen took pity on her and gently rubbed her hands over the bare
foot, feeling the dampness of the sole where it had been in such long and
intimate contact with the leather.  Gently releasing the foot she removed
the other shoe and repeated her gentle massage.

   'Very touching, very touching!' Greta called across, 'If you like her
feet so much you can lick between her toes, that will ease her discomfort
I'm certain.  Of course you might not like the thought.'

   'No Mistress, I will do it!' Karen was secretly pleased that she could
indulge one of her fetishes, one of her many fetishes in fact.  She bent
her head and held the naked right foot that was before her.  Lisa was
standing on tip toe to avoid the pressure of the dildo against her moist
vulva.  so Karen took care to help her maintain her balance.  Satisfied
that she had a firm grip around the foot she tentatively flicked her tongue
between the big toe.  The flesh was moist, with sweat induced by the time
the shoes had been worn, but the moisture was strangely, no, pleasantly,
flavored with the tang of leather.  Karen enjoyed it and took the chance to
suck, to take the shapely toe, into her mouth.  She enjoyed the sensation,
pleasuring her friend in this way and satisfying her own cravings.

   'Enough!  You may have a chance later.  Put her down and start guiding
that little toy into her cunt.  We don't want to hurt her, do we?' Greta
laughed, that was the intention after all, hurting Lisa was the aim of this
little exercise.

   She spat out a stream of instructions to Karen, explaining exactly how
she wanted Lisa to be arranged.

   First, Karen guided the end of the dildo, now reduced in size, into the
entrance to Lisa's cunt, which, despite her resistance, was beginning to
get wetter.  Making Lisa lower herself off tip toe, on to the bare soles,
strangely soothed by coming into contact with the cold floor, Karen
adjusted the height of the dildo slowly so that the long rubber nipples
around the base, intended to stimulate any clitoris that came into contact
with them, just brushed against the swelling bud.  Once that was adjusted
to Greta's satisfaction, Karen began to raise the height of the probe,
inserting the rubber phallus deeper and deeper, whilst Lisa kept her bare
feet flat on the floor.  As the intruder rose higher the rubber nipples
were slowly, but irresistibly crushed tightly into the soft wet flesh
around the unresisting clitoris.

   'Good, I like that, so far!' Greta approved of the way that Karen had
worked with minimum interruption.  'Now, slave Lisa, lift up on tip toe.'

   Lisa complied, raising herself until the pressure was relieved.

   'No, down a bit, down a bit!' Greta was determined that Lisa would not
escape contact, she wanted her to feel the rubber nubbins just gently
touching her sensitive flesh.

   Again Lisa complied as Greta issued further instructions to Karen.

   As Lisa stood, her bare feet arched and her heels an inch or so off the
floor, Karen passed a wooden spreader bar between the legs of the tripod
and strapped Lisa's bare ankles to each end, fixing her legs so that her
feet were about shoulder width apart.  Lisa struggled to maintain her
balance, unwilling to push herself down on those waiting probes.  Even
though they were only rubber, they were still quite capable of inflicting
some considerable discomfort on her wet, sensitive flesh.  Not as painful
as riding the wooden horse, of course, but the more focused local pressure
would soon become pretty intolerable.  She had no wish to willingly inflict
that upon herself.

   Karen looked back for approval.

   'Yes, that is good, you have done a good job.  I am pleased with you,
and I shall give you a reward later.' Greta smiled at Karen, who wondered
just what was in store for her.  'Now, all you have to do is to adjust the
switches and we can sit back and enjoy the spectacle.'

   Karen moved around behind Lisa, still on arched feet, just bearing to
hold the position and the minimum contact on her clitoris.  Greta was aware
of the situation Lisa had found herself in.  Standing flat footed was all
to easy, and standing on full tip-toe was not too difficult for short
periods of time, but standing in a position between the two extremes was
both difficult and tiring.  Karen adjusted a pair of small switches, one
above and one below, the spreader bar.  By careful experimentation she
finally locked them in position so that if Lisa flattened her feet she
would cause the bottom switch to make contact, and if she raised herself
right on to tip toe, to remove herself from the pressure of the rubber
probes.  the upper switch made contact.

   'Excellent!' Greta gave her customary response.  'That is excellent. 
Now let us see what happens when the little slut moves.'

   Greta took a final quick check of the arrangement.  Lisa was standing on
raised feet, her heels still an inch or so off the floor, her arms hanging
loosely from the overhead chains.

   Satisfied she pressed a switch on her control box.  Immediately the
dungeon was filled with the sound of the vibrator, clearly at a high
setting, judging by the reaction from Lisa.  After a few seconds Lisa began
to feel uncomfortable and lowered her feet fully on to the floor.  As she
lowered herself, the lower switch made contact, the vibrator ceased its
operation and, unseen to Greta and Karen, the head of the dildo deep inside
the warm wet recesses of Lisa's cunt began to expand.  Lisa gasped at the
intrusion, as the head of the rubber penis expanded.

   'Ohhhhhh -ohhhhhhhhh!' Lisa felt uncomfortably distended and, in an
attempt to ease her position, raised herself up again on her bare feet.

   As soon as the contact on the switch was broken the invading, swelling
rubber glans subsided to its normal size, relieving the pressure deep
inside Lisa.  As it returned to its normal size the vibrations started.

   Lisa withstood the stimulation for a brief minute or so and tried
another tactic.  She raised herself up on full tip toes, her feet highly
arched and her toes white with the pressure gripping against the floor.  As
she raised herself the vibrations stopped and this time she felt the whole
rubber phallus begin to swell inside her.  This time the stretching, the
fullness, was over the whole length of her vaginal canal, from the mouth to
the top and beyond her cervix.  The sensation was not pleasant and she felt
that her very insides were being torn apart.

   'Nnnnnnoooooo.  Stoppppp p-please!' Lisa begged for relief.

   'Yes my dear.' Greta flicked a few switches on her remote control
devise. 'Of course I will stop it for you.  You can just relax while I
explain to you just what will happen to you.'

   As she spoke the phallus returned to its normal size and the vibrations
did not restart.  Lisa rested her bare feet on the hard floor, and her
clenched toes relaxed.

   'You see my dear, it is all very simple!  Even you can do it.  And of
course you will do it!' Greta spoke sharply and gestured Karen to stand by
her side.

   'You will stand there on tip toe and let those tender little probes play
with your wretched clit while it vibrates at whatever speed I set for you.
Understand so far?'

   Lisa nodded miserably.

   'If you dare to rest yourself you will find that your whole weight is
down on those rubber fingers, which you may or may not like.  And then my
little toy will grow inside you.  Just think of how a mere miserable male
cock feels as it is about to cum!' Greta smiled at the thought.

   Lisa looked tearfully at Greta and Karen, kneeling at her side.  'Yes
Mistress.'

   'And,' Greta continued, 'if you try and stand too high so that those
fingers can't caress your clit, wretched little thing that it is, my little
toy will grow again.  Easy isn't it?'

   Again Lisa nodded.  She dreaded the experience she was about to undergo,
and worse, she was sorely hurt by Greta's cruel remarks.  She had always
thought that her clit was in fact, quite prominent and desirable.  To be
told that it was wretched, to be told that it was little, was so hurtful.
She knew that Greta loved playing such word games, as yet another way to
humiliate her and she tried to rationalise her hurt feelings.  She knew
that men hated to be told that their cocks were small and useless even when
the opposite was often clearly the case.  She shared the feeling of
humiliation that she knew they too must feel at such hurtful words.

   'Oh, I almost forgot', Greta smiled evilly,' you won't know just which
part will grow, I can, and I will, arrange for it to grow to different
sizes at different times.  All you can be sure of is that if you give in
and move your position on my little toy by more than inch, your tight
little cunt will be stretched somewhere, or everywhere.  I'm quite sure you
will soon enjoy the experience!'

   Greta looked at Karen and placed a casual hand around her naked
shoulders.  'Relax my dear and enjoy the spectacle.'

   Lisa was still stood, arms above her head, feet flat on the floor.

   Greta switched her artful device on.

   Instantly Lisa felt the vibrations inside herself, the insistent
throbbing from the fingers probing her clit.  The sensations on her
clitoris were too intense to be pleasurable and she reacted by lifting her
heels off the floor.  She adjusted her position carefully, making sure that
the rubber stimulators just maintained contact with the increasingly
sensitive clitoris.  The strain on her feet was eased to some extent as she
experimented with taking some of her weight on her arms.

   The intensity of the vibrations increased and the heavier breathing, as
Lisa clenched her fists, and pushed her bare toes against the floor, showed
the extent to which she was becoming aroused.

   'Look at her now, my dear;, Greta whispered into Karen's ear, 'She will
have her first cum any time now.'

   'F-f-first cum, Mistress?' Karen was unsure whether she should speak or
not.

   'Of course, we shall watch her have many more cums yet, and most of them
she will not want, believe me.  The only way she can avoid the vibrations
is to stand high, or to rest her feet.  Either way, the vibrator will stop,
of course, but she will be nicely stretched instead.' Greta was confident
of the outcome.  'She will soon long, she will soon beg, to be stretched if
only to protect her clit, she will not be able to help herself!'

   As Greta spoke, Lisa started to shudder as the first waves of orgasm
coursed through her.

   'Ohhhhhh, yessss!' Lisa had to vocalise her arousal, she knew that it
was obvious to the onlookers and she felt that she should try to extract as
much pleasure as she could from her predicament.

   Her feet were aching and the pressure as her toes clenched tempted her
to relax but she tried to hold her position as long as possible.  The
relentless vibrations continued and intensified as Greta adjusted her
controls.

   'Nooooooo nooooooooo stop!  Yesssss, keep on doing it!' Lisa wanted the
pleasure to stop as much as she wanted it to continue.

   The tension was building and another massive orgasm shook through her,
as her naked body, her heavy bare tits, her shaven mound began to glisten
in a soft sheen of sweat.  Suddenly, she could take no more and she relaxed
her straining feet, settling herself hard upon the tormenting rubber
probes. The vibrations stopped and for one brief, happy, moment, nothing
happened.

   Then she felt the rubber phallus began to pulsate within her wetness. 
This time the whole length began to expand and she felt her whole cunt,
from opening to cervix and beyond being stretched.  Lisa tried to withstand
the pressure for as long as possible before she stood again on tip toe.

   Once more, as the phallus shrank back to its normal size, or at least as
normal as was possible.  The vibrations started again.

   'Ohmigod, nooooooo!  Please nooooooooo!' Lisa was screaming for relief
from the continual assault on her wetness.

   Nothing happened and this time she attempted to find respite by raising
herself on her toes as far as she could.

   Again, the vibrations stopped and paused before she felt the head of the
dildo expand, pushing against her cervix.  The stretching was still almost
unbearable but she managed to stand on fullest tip toe for several minutes
before again, inevitably, she relaxed.

   Again, the whole cycle of vibration and expansion started again.  Greta
was enjoying the spectacle immensely and withdrew her hand from around the
naked shoulders of the kneeling Karen and casually slipped it between her
legs.  Karen noticed how Greta was slowly, discreetly, pleasuring herself
but did not, dare not, react.

   As the minutes progressed, as successive orgasms overpowered the naked
and sweat soaked Lisa, she was slowly, so very slowly, beginning to accept
that being filled, being stretched, was almost preferable to the
irresistible mechanical stimulation.

   Finally, after over an hour of cycles of pleasure, of pain, more
pleasure and more pain, Lisa settled her feet firmly on the floor and, free
of the vibrations, the never-ending arousal, she submitted to the
stretching, the relentless stretching.

   'Mistress, please let me rest, please.  Mistress I beg you please have
pity on me.' Lisa could do little more than moan, her voice hoarse after so
many screaming orgasms.  'Mistress, I beg you, just stretch my cunt and
stop the vibrations.  I can't stand them any more.  Stretch me instead,
please!'

   'Yes, soon my dear soon.' Greta spoke quietly, 'Karen my dear, see how
she begs?  Now go and comfort her, I'm sure she would like you to take some
tension from her nipples now.'

   Karen murmured her thanks and got up, padding softly across to the sweat
soaked Lisa.  Lisa looked plaintively into her eyes and gasped as Karen
gently cupped each swollen, heavy, sweat soaked, tit and rubbed her thumbs
over the erect and slick nipples.

   'Oh yes, oh yes', Lisa found herself gasping as the pleasure at the
alternate sites asserted itself.

   Greta watched with a malicious smile.  Lisa had settled flat footed onto
the probing swollen dildo, and was clearly enjoying the stimulation that
Karen was offering.  She casually flicked switch.

   Lisa gasped.

   The swollen monstrosity deep within her started to vibrate and Lisa did
not have the strength, or the will, to try and ease her heels of the floor.
Karen was aware of the tension developing in the sweating, naked, Lisa and
continued to knead, and then lick, the sweat soaked nipples, enjoying the
salty taste.

   Lisa screamed as a final orgasm shook her.  Finally at long last the
vibrations stopped and the swollen dildo began to shrink down to its normal
size.  Karen lifted her head from the salty nipples and cradled Lisa's
head, kissing her tenderly on the lips.

   'Enough, I shall let you two comfort each other later.  Help Lisa off
her little perch and take her back to her cell.  She needs a good shower,
and, if she can't manage, I think I shall allow you to tend to her needs.'

   Karen gasped.  The thought of the unusual opportunity pleased her, and
evidently it please Lisa too.

   In unison, they chorused 'Thank you Mistress, thank you.'





   End of Part 22

   ...  watch out for the next Part!

   (c) Cathy P

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