The Adventures of Karen - Part 3 - In the Cellar.
Karen and Andy could do nothing but look around the room and the strange
apparatus and fittings that were visible even though the room was dimly lit.
Dimly lit indeed, with small lamps and the glow from a large open fire on one
side of the room. There were no windows visible, in fact, judging by the number
of steps they had walked down they were well below ground level. The room, no,
the cellar, was surprising in its size, wide and long with a high ceiling. As
they looked around it became more apparent that this was no ordinary cellar, no
ordinary room. It was nothing other than what appeared to be a fully equipped
dungeon, something almost from another age.
Greta spoke harshly, 'Stay there and do not move and listen very carefully
indeed!'
She and Karl moved together to a pair of soft leather chairs that were placed
almost casually against the wall nearest Karen. They sat down without a sound
and stared at their naked guests for several minutes.
'Now, we shall give you our rules here' Karl spoke quietly, in a tone which
suggested that he was used to giving orders and having those orders obeyed.
'From this moment on you will speak only when we speak to you, and you will
always call us either Master, or Mistress. You will never look directly at us
unless we order it. Any failure to obey will be punished, and punished hard
indeed.'
He paused to let the words sink in, and, despite themselves, Karen and Andy kept
their eyes downcast and away from their captors faces. Captors? There was no
other way to describe their situation, they were kneeling, naked and obedient,
in front of two strong and dominant people, and there was no easy way for them
to move or escape. They had, after all come down here voluntarily and as far as
they could tell the only door had been locked as they came in.
'Now, Karl my dear, we shall treat the lady first', Greta looked at Karen, 'and
you shall see what small delights await you. Stand up now.'
Karen stood, and, despite herself, her long legs trembled. She kept her head
bowed, afraid to move unless she caused some offence.
'Walk in front of me, my dear, head high and arms straight by your sides.'
Karen walked slowly across the room towards the far wall.
'Stop!', the order was harsh. 'Do you notice anything there, my dear, in front
of you?'
'No, I don't think so' Karen answered, and, remembering quickly, 'Mistress.'
'Look carefully and you will see a door in the corner.'
Karen looked and, sure enough, a small door was indeed at the end of the wall,
in the corner, a door with a steel grill set high in it.
'Yes Mistress, I see it now, Mistress.'
'Go to it and stand there.'
Karen obeyed and stood naked and motionless in front of the door. A chill went
through her as she thought she heard a slight sound, almost a moan, and
definitely human. Yes, she thought, definitely a voice, no, voices, male and
female, very quiet but nevertheless voices, whispering.
Greta came to her side and listened herself. She banged the door with her fist
and shouted 'Silence, you know the penalties for disobeying me!' The noises
ceased immediately.
Greta addressed Karen again.
'My dear, those are where my special guests are quartered. You may perhaps meet
them when it pleases me.'
'Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.' Karen replied humbly.
'Come let me take you round my room.'
As she spoke Greta pushed Karen towards the side next to the door, beginning a
clockwise tour. All along the wall were arranged various lengths of chain,
straps and ropes, all neatly hanging in their place. A selection of cuffs,
steel, leather, padded and unpadded were neatly stored. Next to those Karen saw
some long metal bars, of different lengths, all with loops at each end and short
lengths of chain attached to them in the middle of each. There seemed to be an
endless supply of tools, of apparatus, all apparently designed to constrain, to
hold, and some even to hurt the recipient.
'You like what you see, do you, my dear?'
'Yes Mistress, I do!', Karen croaked, her throat dry partly with fear and partly
with anticipation. She remembered her various experiments with bondage before
she had met Andy, and how her former husband had used her. Some of her
experiences were not good, but the general memory of those times was one of
strange and undeniable pleasures. She knew and understood what these devices
were for even though the selection was greater than she had ever seen before.
The sight of those familiar straps made her feel aroused despite her situation,
a moistness between her legs that, even by her standards, was more than normal.
'Stop, slut!' The voice was harsh.
'What is the matter with you now, your nipples have swollen! Open your legs -
now!'
Karen stood stock still and opened her legs slightly.
'Wider, slut, wider.'
Karen opened her legs as wide as she could, feeling the air between her legs and
on her damp, swollen, labia.
Greta stood behind her and put one hand round and cupped Karen's left breast,
lifting it and letting it fall.
'Mmmmm, so nice and heavy, we shall have some fun with those sweet tits soon, my
lady', her voice was slightly husky, and not as harsh as just a few moments
before. The other breast was cupped and squeezed and let fall, the weight of
the tits making them bounce slightly as they fell to their normal position.
'Yes, we shall definitely have a lot of pleasure here. Do you object?'
Karen answered quickly, her own voice also a little husky, 'Whatever pleases
you, my Mistress.'
'What do you want slut?'
'Mistress, please, I want you to play with my tits, pull them and hurt them if
that pleases you and Master.'
'Let me check you more closely now', a hand slowly felt between Karen's open
legs. 'Oh, what have we here?' Greta murmured, 'You seem so wet.' As she spoke
her fingers opened the wet swollen lips wide and one finger moved unerringly to
the small bud of the rapidly thickening clitoris. 'Oh, yes, a slut indeed, so
wet and soft.' The probing fingers continued, until two, or was it three,
fingers were slowly insinuated into Karen's unresisting vagina.
'Ah ha, you like that too do you my little slut?', questioned her tormentor.
'Yes Mistress, I do.' Karen knew it was no good protesting and that whatever was
happening was inevitable.
'Good, tell me exactly what you like my little slut, exactly what you like!'
Karen thought carefully about her reply, she understood that she was going to be
fully humiliated, or worse, and her memories of similar events when she was
married flooded into her mind.
'Yes Mistress, I like you feeling me, I like you feeling my clit. I like you, I
like you... feeling my cunt, Mistress.'
'Really, is that all, bitch?'
Karen was frightened, had she said too much, or not enough. Probably not
enough, she thought, hoped!
'Mistress, I like you playing with my swollen clit, and my wet cunt, I am yours
to use as you wish Mistress.'
Karen sighed with relief as the answer came.
'Good, you have done well. You may be rewarded later. Let us continue our
little tour.'
Along the next wall Karen saw some more complicated equipment. The cross, the
St Andrews cross was easily recognised, but there were some frames with
arrangements of pulleys and ropes that could only be used to hold the victim in
some form of torment, stretched, suspended or whatever the Master or Mistress
wished. Along the third wall there were several sets of stocks, designed to
hold the prisoner in various totally exposed positions, and at the end was a
pillory which seemed to have sufficient adjustments to make life very
uncomfortable for someone. All along the wall were endless sets of loops and
hooks, Karen presumed that these were for restraining in some manner or other.
Finally, along the last wall, next to the chairs, but on the other side to the
fire, was what could only be a rack, large wide and long with pulleys ropes and
bars for every conceivable use. And, what was that, on the other side of the
fireplace, in the furthest corner was what could only be a wooden horse, a
wooden pony, a device she knew from previous experience, could be very very
uncomfortable, very uncomfortable indeed..
'You like what you see, slut?' The question from Karl shocked Karen, who had
almost forgotten his presence.
'Y-y-yes Master, yes Master', she stuttered.
Her new Mistress spoke again, 'My dear, you didn't look up did you?'
'No, Mistress. May I do so Mistress?'
The answer was more an instruction than an affirmative and Karen immediately
looked up. Hanging from the ceiling were a number of ropes, chains and bars and
it was clear than any or all of these could easily be used for restraint as and
when desired.
'Now my dear, move to the center of the room and stand on that stage.'
Karen looked, and realised that the centre of the room was in fact slightly
raised and had various hooks around the edge, obviously for later use.
'Your first lesson will begin!', Greta ordered. 'Stand with your legs wide and
your hands behind your head!'
Karen obeyed, aware that her wetness was very obvious and, with her arms high,
her heavy breasts were jutting out emphasising the swollen nipples, set
sosweetly in the center of her large dark brown areolae.
'Stand still, slut, and remember that this is the position you will hold at all
times unless I order otherwise.'
'Yes Mistress.' Karen breathed a sigh of relief, fearing more severe
punishment. She stood for a while and then, despite herself, she eased her
position slightly.
'Slut, you moved. Moved without permission!' Greta came across and slapped
Karen's heavy tits, one after the other until they glowed red and seemed to
bounce uncontrollably.
'You need some assistance I can see', and, as she was saying this, Karen heard
the chink of chains being lowered down above her. Greta grabbed Karen's right
wrist and quickly strapped a thick leather cuff around it, then the left wrist
was treated similarly. The cuffed wrists were hooked, fixed in some way, to the
chains. Kneeling down she fixed a spreader bar and cuffs to Karen's ankles.
Karen felt the chains tightening and her arms were drawn tightly over her head
until she was stood on tip toe.
'Now, my little bitch, my slut, you can stand like this while you miserable
partner is given his instructions by the Master.'
Karen knew she had to respond, but all she could do was to murmur 'Thank you
Mistress, thank you.'
She knew that she was held firmly and even as the ache in her arms grew she knew
that the strain of standing on tip toe would be worse. She dreamed of wearing
her heels again, at least there would be some relief. Little did she know that
some of the torments to come would answer her thoughts, but in a much harsher
way than she could dream.
End of part 3
(c) 2002 Cathy P
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