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 The Adventures of Karen - Part 6 - Threesome

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   The door clicked shut behind Greta and Karl.

   Karen and Andy relaxed as much as their positions would allow, although
both were aware that they would have to return instantly to their proper
position before the door opened.  The door had not been locked so that
there would be little warning.

   They looked at one another from their places in the dungeon.  Dungeon,
not a cellar, not a wine cellar, but a dungeon, where they knew that they
would be spending many hours in the days and weeks to come.  Neither dared
to speak, but they took comfort from each others presence and the fond
smiles that passed between them.

   Both now knew that this was what they wanted, what they craved.

   For Andy it was an admission of needs and desires that could be traced
back to past experiences.  As these thoughts ran through his head, his
cock, which had softened a little since Greta and Karl left the room,
started to swell again.  He, became aware of an ache, deep within his
pulsing shaft telling, signs of a cum that waiting to explode, an intense
and overpowering orgasm.

   For her part, Karen, stood on the stage, her arms still held high and
wide by her shackles, glad that the suspension had bee relieved and that
her bare feet, her sore toes could rest comfortably upon the hard surface..
She too was lost in her thoughts.

   Her mind ran over the events of the past few hours, and she felt a
familiar warmth in her cunt grow and surge once more.  She had experienced
feelings like this before.  The feeling of submission.  The feeling of
being used.  Her marriage had been like this, submitting, being used, being
abused.  This was somehow more powerful, and more intense, and perhaps even
more pleasurable.  Greta and Karl obviously knew how to exploit a willing
victim, how to bring her to the brink of sublime release and then deny the
ultimate pleasure.  Karen had to admit to herself that the constant
feeling, on the edge of release, was in some perverse way, almost a release
in itself.  She shuddered at the thought of what was to come, feeling her
warm sweet juices building inside her.  She tried to control her feelings:
after all she could be being observed in some secret way.

   They were both shaken from their reverie by the sound of the door
opening once more.  Greta entered the room, the dungeon and Karen quickly
realised that she had changed into a more informal dress, more a simple
robe in fact, and this time she was wearing simple high, spike heeled mules
on her feet Karl followed her, but appeared not have changed in any way

   'Now, my dears, are you ready to move?' Both nodded, not daring to
speak. 'We have prepared your rooms for tonight, they will have to do until
we can move you into your permanent, more suitable.  quarters.'

   Greta walked towards them

   'You will rest,' she smiled, 'for tonight, and your proper training will
begin in the morning.  I can promise you that no further punishment, no
serious punishment, will be given tonight.  You may relax a little, at
least for a while.' She smiled broadly.  'Understand?'

   'Yes Mistress' they replied together, thankful that, for now at least,
they could relax.

   As Greta had been talking, Karl had gone to Karen and released her
wrists, rubbing them to ease the soreness and discomfort that would build
with the return of the normal circulation.  For Karen, the feeling of
release was a combination of pleasure and disappointment.  She knew that
more would follow, and, that, with time she would experience everything,
every pleasure, she craved and more.  Karl led her to stand beside the
kneeling Andy.  He motioned Andy to stand up .

   'Now my slaves, we will take you to your quarters.  We intend that your
time with us will be a long and pleasant one, for all concerned.' Greta
smiled wickedly as she said this, and bought her hands from behind her
back. From each dangled a leather leash.  She handed one to her husband,
and leant across and fixed it around Andy's smooth neck.  Karl was doing
the same to Karen.

   'Come, stand up, and follow us to your rooms, your separate rooms.', she
turned at stared at the naked couple.  'You are of course quite aware that
you two will not be allowed to share a room, a bed, together at any time
while you stay with us.  Unless, of course, we decide that such a treat
would amuse us!  Is that clear?'

   'Yes Mistress'

   'Thank you Mistress'

   They were led through the corridors which ran underneath the entire
house, until they came to one similar to those in so many hotels.  with
several doors on either side.

   Karl stood in front of one with Karen, while Greta and Andy stood in
front of another, on the opposite side of the corridor.

   Greta moved forward, opened the door, and led Andy into a sparsely
decorated room, with no windows.  In the centre of the room he saw a large
bed with an iron frame, with leather cuffs which hung from chains at each
bed post.  Andy wondered what was going to happen to him for the rest of
this night.  The walls were painted white, and in the left corner stood a
small table.  On this was a large, widescreen, television set, the only
obvious sign of normality in the room.  There was an open door to the right
hand wall, and, moving forwards a couple of paces, he could see that this
led to a bathroom, with a toilet, sink and large shower cubicle.

   His thoughts were disturbed by his new Mistress, 'Turn around, slave,
and sit on the bed.'

   Andy obeyed, and as he turned he noted that Greta had let down her long
black hair, and shaken it out, so that it flowed over her face, and down
her back.  She moved towards him.

   'Now, I am as good as my word slave, for this night you will relax and
enjoy.  This is about pleasure.  No pain or punishment, I promise you.'
Greta stared into his eyes.  'But, you are still under my command, and will
not question anything that happens, and I mean anything.  Do you
understand?'

   'Yes Mistress' Andy replied and began to smile to himself.

   'Now lie back on the bed, and get yourself comfortable, while I go get
some things from the bathroom.'

   Andy laid back on the bed, and rested his head on the pillow, feeling a
tremor in his partly erect cock, as he wondered, hopefully, what was to
happen next.

   Greta returned from the bathroom, carrying a small tray, holding a bowl
of warm water, a small pair of scissors, a tin of shaving foam, a razor and
a towel.

   Andy didn't need to ask what this was to be for, he was only thankful
that it was a safety razor and not an open one!  He felt his cock stiffen
more at the thought, as he had shaved himself at times in the past.  He
loved it, the heightened sensitivity that it brought was wonderful.

   'I can see from your face that you know what is about to happen.' Greta
took a small cloth from the bowl of water 'We both prefer our slaves to be
shaven, and were pleased when we found that Karen had done herself already.
You were a disappointment to us, but we shall soon put that right.'

   She reached out and moistened Andy's pubic area.  Placing the cloth back
in the bowl, she took the scissors and began to snip and cut away at the
dark hair, gradually cutting it back to little more than stubble. 
Satisfied, picked up the tin of foam.  By now the effect on Andy's cock was
self-evident.  It was rock hard, a slight tremor making it move with his
pounding pulse.  Greta sprayed a small quantity of the foam into the palm
of her hand, and began to slowly spread it around the stiff proud cock and
swollen balls.  Once she had covered the whole area, she wiped her hands,
picked up the razor. .  Taking her time, she slowly and skilfully worked
the razor over and through the foam, shaving away every trace of the
stubble.  Holding his hard cock in one hand she moved it to allow her to
access every last fold in his flesh.

   Finally she sat up, 'This is the last time I will do this for you, you
are to keep yourself shaved like this from now on.  Do you understand?'

   'Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.'

   'Good!' With this she lowered her head and softly kissed the swollen,
throbbing dark red head.

   He gasped with pleasure, and moaned with delight as she opened her mouth
and slid her mouth over his glans, stimulating the shaft with her tongue as
she did so.  Andy was struggling to control his instincts, he was not sure
he could hold back any longer.  The moment of release was fast approaching
as Greta removed her mouth from him, and stood at the side of the bed.

   'It won't be long now, slave, and you will have all the release you
desire.  Be patient!' She turned on her heel and returned the tray into the
bathroom.  Andy looked longingly at her as she walked.  He was desperate to
reach down to stroke his cock.  Masturbation was all he could think of.  He
needed, wanted, was desperate for, release.  He knew this would be punished
severely, and struggled to resist his urges.  He hoped desperately that her
last words to him were indeed true.

   Greta came out of the bathroom, and switched on the television before
walking out of the room, turning and speaking to Andy as she went.

   'You wait there, I shall come soon.'

   He lay on the bed, and sighed.  He wanted his Mistress so badly, any
woman in fact at this moment.  How long would it be before Greta returned?
What would happen when she did?  Questions raced through his mind.  The
only answer he had was simple.  He was no longer in control.  He had to do
exactly as he was told.  In a strange way this actually thrilled him. 
Lying still on his bed he let his close, until suddenly he was startled by
the sound of the television in the corner coming to life.

   He opened his eyes and looked.  What he saw made him sit upright.  Made
him stare in amazement.

   Displayed on the screen, unashamedly, was Karen.  On her knees!  Her
hands were clutching the metal rails at the head of the bed.  Behind her
was Karl.  Karl was naked!  Karl was thrusting hard, hard and fast, into
her.  Andy watched fascinated, as the door, just visible at the edge of the
screen, opened.

   Greta walked in, smiling.  Neither Karl nor Karen looked round as she
entered.  Karl did not miss a single thrusting, pounding, stroke.  Karen
was obviously enjoying herself.  Her head was thrown back and her mouth was
wide open with delight.  Andy scrambled off the bed, and turned the volume
higher.  Immediately the room was filled with Karen's moans and cries.

   Andy returned to lay on the bed, and watched, enthralled, as Greta came
to the side of the bed, and dropped her dress from her shoulders.  She was
wearing a brief, incredibly brief, quarter bra, that merely adorned her
full breasts, together with an equally brief thong.  Other than those two
flimsy, but nevertheless erotic, garments, she was smoothly naked.  She had
a superb body, with a narrow waist, slim hips, both accentuated by full,
firm breasts, with large dark circles around her obviously erect nipples.
She removed her remaining garments and stood watching the frantic coupling
on the bed.

   As he watched he saw Greta slide onto the bed and under Karen, until she
was between her legs.  All the while, Karl continued to thrust hard into
Karen, and Greta's movements were so natural, so practised, so synchronised
that it looked like it had been practised by her and Karl many times
before.

   Greta began using her tongue, alternating between Karen's clitoris and
Karl's shaft as it continued to pound relentlessly into of Karen's wet
engorged cunt.  Karen's screams, alternating with throaty moans,
intensified, and Andy knew that she would cum soon, although, in his times
with her he had never heard her scream like this.  He could see that Karen
was gripping the rail even harder.  Clearly, the pressure that had been
building would soon be released.  Greta and Karl's movements became a blur
as they pushed Karen closer and closer to her climax until finally she
threw her head back, and let out a long and piercing scream which came from
deep within.  Her whole body shook, as she was wracked with pleasure.  Andy
realised that the whole time he had been watching, he had been, not
consciously, if that were possible, stroking himself.  He masturbated so
frequently that in a situation like this he behaved as he had always
behaved.  This, however, was not the place, and not the time, to indulge
his special pleasure.  He reached his own unavoidable climax and spurted
copious amounts onto his flat shaven stomach.

   He had cum, and cum hard, and he knew it would not be too long before
the blood started drain from his still engorged cock.  Desperate to avoid
discovery he rushed to the bathroom, and used a tissue to clean the worst
of the salty creaminess off before turning on the shower and stepping
inside.

   The sounds of activity in Karen's room continued, and he wished he had
turned the sound down before getting in the shower.  He completed washing
himself down, and was about to get out of the shower, when he heard the
door to his room open.

   Stepping out quickly, he wrapped a towel round him.  But, before he had
a chance to move, the naked figure of Karl stood before him, his erect
penis swinging with each step.

   'Showering, slave?  Thought you would have been watching the
entertainment' he sniggered.

   'I w-w-was Master.'

   'You made yourself cum while you watched didn't you?'

   The look of embarrassment, of shame, on Andy's face answered the
question

   'Well you will be punished for that in the morning.  Severely punished!
You know that is against our rules.  Don't you slave?'

   'Yes Master.'

   'Well then, you will now have to satisfy me, although I had had plans to
make this mutually satisfying episode', Karl leered, 'but I doubt that will
happen now Now come back in to the bedroom.  Quickly!'

   Andy followed Karl and watched as he sat on the edge of the bed.  The
shame he felt was not helped by seeing Karl's stiff cock pointing upwards,
still in a strong and powerful erection.  He was well aware that his own
well handled member was hanging limp and useless between his shaven thighs.

   Karl was watching the television, and paid little heed to Andy.  Ignored
by Karl, he turned to look at the continuing scene as it unfolded before
him.

   Karen was writhing between the legs of a moaning Greta, her tongue
flicking over the shaven mound, working it's way teasingly up and down the
creases between thighs and cunt, before sliding it down the crevice between
the engorged labia.  As it parted it was obvious that Greta have exuded
copious amounts of warm juices that Karen was clearly savoring.  Greta, all
the while that Karen was pleasing her, held her nipples between thumb and
forefinger of each hand, as she arched and thrust onto Karen's eager mouth.

   Andy felt a slight stirring in his groin, and hoped that he could please
his Master.  He realised that he would be experiencing another man for the
first time.

   His thoughts were disturbed by Karl's voice whispering in his ear 'Go
and turn the television off and come to me'.

   Andy did so and turned to face Karl, who held his hand out to him.  Andy
hesitated briefly before taking the hand, and moving closer, allowing Karl
to place a hand on each his shoulders.

   'Everything will be just fine' Karl said 'Relax!'

   With this he leaned forward and kissed Andy softly on the lips.  Andy
was not sure how to react, but he felt the warm soft lips, quickly replaced
by Karl's gently probing tongue.  Andy darted his own tongue out to meet
it, and soon found himself in an embrace, his tongue locking with Karl.  He
felt a hardness press against him, and, in return felt a stronger stirring
in his own loins.

   Karl broke the kiss, and moved his head slightly back so he could look
at Andy.  'Do you feel ready to satisfy me now slave?'

   'Yes Master.' Andy whispered, his voice hoarse and his mouth dry.

   Taking this as a signal as much as an instruction he dropped to his
knees, running his tongue down the muscled body of his new lover, his male
lover, as he did so.  Once on his knees, he looked longingly for a moment
at large, thick cock, standing proud and erect mere inches from his face.
He wondered at the size of the swollen veins that ran up and down the full
length.  The swollen head, fully exposed, was smooth in texture

   'Go on, my slave, taste it, taste your lovers juices which are still on
it.' Karl whispered urgently.

   Andy took the cock in his hand, felt the firmness, the stiffness and
felt the blood pumping through it.  He ran his hand slowly down it, barely
touching it, until he reached the base, and then he moved his hand round
and cupped the heavy, smooth shaven balls, He gently squeezed them, and
heard Karl utter a soft moan as he did so.

   'Slave, take it, taste it, I need to feel your mouth round me.'

   Andy took the base of the shaft in his hand, and darted his tongue out
to it, aware that his own cock was now fully erect once more.  He ran his
tongue over the head of his Masters cock, and down the shaft, licking round
and under it, to his balls, sucking them in one by one, before raising his
head once more.  Opening his mouth, he slowly took the head inside and
closed his lips around the rim, running his tongue all over it.  Slowly he
took more into his mouth, until he felt the head against the back of his
throat.  He moved back up the length until it felt comfortable, and slowly
started to work it in and out of his mouth.  His hand slowly pumped the
shaft at the same time.

   Karl's hands were in his hair now, trying to push him further on.  Andy
took time and worked the cock with his mouth and tongue.  Karl's hands were
working harder, pushing the sucking mouth further and further onto his
swollen cock.  Andy was aware soon his work would be done.  He moved his
mouth back so he only had the head of the cock inside his lips, and he
worked this hard with his tongue, whilst keeping up the stroking, the
insistent stroking, on the shaft.  Finally he felt Karl's cock grow a
little more, pulse a little more and tasted the first salty drops of
pre-cum on his tongue.

   At this he increased the pace more, until finally Karl gasped as a
torrent of hot cum shot into his mouth, a torrent which jetted to the back
of his throat.  For one brief moment Andy thought he would gag or be sick,
until he remembered to swallow.  He swallowed greedily, taking every last
drop of cum, rich creamy cum, down his throat.

   Finally he pulled his mouth from Karl's cock, and looked up at him 'Did
I please you my Master?'

   'Yes, yes you did, very much indeed.  You need some more training but
you have done well for your first time!' With that he leaned over and
locked Andy's right wrist into one of the cuffs at the head of the bed. 
Clearly there was to be no escape for him.

   Karl stood up, turned and walked towards the door.

   'You will be woken in the morning, when both of you will receive
instructions for the day.  Be warned, slave, you are going to experience
the full rigors of my little dungeon!  Sleep well!'





   End of part 6



   ...  watch out for the next Part!

   (c) Cathy P

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