CHAPTER THIRTEEN
KAREN
I have now to describe briefly the strangest scene I was ever
to witness during all my years at the Chateau Noir. For,
indeed, this, my first visit to the black Chateau, was not to
be my last. I have returned again and again to that dark
estate throughout my life. But in all that time, in all the
many midnight ceremonies and forbidden, secret rites and I
attended, nothing was as strange or as wonderful as what I saw
on the night that the fiery-haired Karen was to be trained.
Karen, you will recall, was the red-haired young woman of
eighteen years, one of the girls I had been introduced to by
Mlle. T. on my first night as her guest.
Mlle. T. had mentioned that in certain ancient
civilisations there had developed the practice of utilising
adders in dark, religious rites concerned with the worship of
sexual ecstasy. It was the sting of the adder that was so
used. Mlle. T. had noted as well that Cleopatra, renowned
queen of the Egyptian Nile, was herself rumoured to have died
while attempting the art. It was reputed to have been the
bite of one of these snakes upon the nipple of one of her
breasts that had stilled her heart at the peak of a poison
induced state of erotic splendour.
But Mlle. T. had claimed upon the occasion of relating to
me these supposed historical facts that she had found out the
flaw that had proved fatal to that ancient queen. The
solution to the problem of achieving this serpent induced
ecstatic state was to prepare the subject with gradually
increasing doses of the very poison that made the dark adder's
sting for deadly. It was further revealed that, through many
trials, it had been discovered by my host that women of the
red-haired trait were, for some as yet unknown reason, more
immune to these refined poisons, and so more likely to possess
the strength and endurance to experience the exquisitely
painful pleasure induced by the serpent's sting without
succumbing to that sting's more deadly side-effect.
Karen, indeed, wore a crowning glory of hair as red as
fire. And for some months previous, and totally unknown to
herself, she had been consuming ever-increasing doses of the
deadly essence of those strange and exotic Egyptian Black
Adder, imported at much expense to the Chateau and carefully
distilled by the mysterious Jo Lin, who among her many other
exotic talents, was a skilled medical chemist and herbalist,
and had been working with the Chateau's Mistress for some time
in effort to bring their experiment to the conclusion I was
now about to witness.
I had not seen young Karen, she of the flaming tresses,
emerald eyes, and strong, full breasts, since that first night
when we had been introduced. I remembered how the young woman
had screamed and struggled in unrestrained fear and horror at
her fate when it had been revealed to her my her Mistress, and
I recalled my last glimpse her as she was forcibly born from
the room within the strong, confining arms of the servant
Karl.
From that day until now, Karen had been kept bound and
locked away within the Chateau's nether vaults, deep beneath
the building's stone foundations, a portion of the Chateau to
which I, as yet, had never been invited.
But I instantly recognised the young woman I now saw as
that same Karen, and the same wild look of insane panic
screamed out from the face that I now saw, mouth rubber-bitted
and tightly gagged, and bandaged from upper lip to chin.
The girl hung in the small room into which I had just
been led, suspended upright in the air from four long lengths
of heavy chain, one shackled to each of the girl's
extremities. It seemed that no bindings of simple leather
were to be trusted with restraining the young woman through
the fantastic ordeal she was about to endure. Her chained,
naked body formed a human "X", arms stretched high and apart
by the two spans of chain running upwards and outward to a
system of pulleys fixed to large, wooden beams at the
chamber's ceiling. Identical sections of linked iron
stretched outward and downward to where they were padlocked to
iron rings set into the chamber's stone floor.
Once fixed, and the upper stretches tightened through the
workings of the heavy pulleys, young Karen was drawn into the
aforementioned "X" figure as tightly and unyieldingly as a
bowstring about to snap.
The red-haired beauty was entirely naked, her large, full
breasts and sweetly open nether mouth were vulnerable to
whatever the Chateau's Mistress might desire. She hung with
tears of panic and dread already coursing down her cheeks to
drip wetly from her fear-erected nipples.
I will make quick work of describing the singular rite
which was now performed with out dwelling upon the indelicate
details. Suffice it to say that the dark Jo Lin entered the
chamber, accompanied by two younger orientals, who I later
learned were apprentices to this mistress of many unusual
talents.
Each woman carried, carefully cradled in her arms, a
small, earthen-wear jar with many strange etchings in some
uncertain language upon it's curved outer surface and capped
with a heavy-looking lid of the same earthen material. These
three jars, I guessed, must each contain the small serpents
that were to serve as triggers for the Mistress's experiment.
Now, as Mlle. T. had described in those mystic rites of
old, the three women approached their subject and, as one,
quickly unsealed the wide mouths of their three jars and
pressed them into their prescribed places upon the body of
young Karen. Jo Lin's two apprentices held the mouths of
their two jars so that the circling mouths encompassed the
girl's twin, red nipples. And the oriental beauty herself
pressed the opening of the remaining jar into the junction of
the girl's straining young thighs.
All three held the vessels tightly in place, while all in
the room, myself, Mlle. T. and both her servants, Karl and
Alex looked silently on. There was a hush throughout the
chamber, as all eyes focused on the naked form of the red-
haired girl hanging suspended before us.
Karen, herself, looked wildly around at us all,
beseeching us in an unspoken plea to show her some mercy.
Then the young woman's eyes darted down to the jar at her left
breast. She wriggled at some odd sensation that was
undoubtedly centred at the flesh beneath the earthenware
mouth. Then her eyes grew huge, and a loud, unearthly scream
erupted from beneath her gag and muffler.
It was known instinctively by all that the first of the
three serpents, that one within the jar at Karen's left
breast, had found the sweet pap of the girl's erect and
tempting nipple, and had bit home.
Scream followed scream, as the girl wriggled an bucked
the little she could within her bonds, her face red with the
exquisite pain that was shooting out from her molested breast
to radiate through her entire body. Then her eyes shifted
abruptly to her right, her torso whipping instinctively in the
opposite direction, and another, stronger scream of horror
exploded from her obstructed throat. The serpent at her right
breast had struck.
The body of the young woman whipped and shimmied about,
though her movements were restricted to those such as a
plucked harp string might be capable of, as her already
overloaded system fought to accept and somehow deal with this
new intensity of searing, torturous, discomfort.
Then, even in her excruciating pain, a realisation seemed
to come to her, and she froze in her unavailing struggles to
concentrate all her attention to the jar that Jo Lin stiff
held immovable at the junction of the girl's tautly opened
thighs. Karen had suddenly realised that this third jar,
placed so suggestively at the very centre of her vulnerable
femininity, must certainly contain the coiled form of a
serpent as well.
She seemed to attempt to pull herself heavenward with all
her womanly strength in a frantic, though futile, effort to
escape the inevitable. Then her entire body froze in a ridged
spasm of unendurable agony, her emerald eyes rolled upward
until only their snowy whites showed, and Karen let forth a
sudden scream that would have rivalled the cry of a dying
banshee. Dogs throughout the countryside would have no doubt
echoed her cry as coming from one of their own in dire
torment, had the chamber not been heavily soundproofed and so
hidden from all ears beyond, human, animal or otherwise.
The unearthly cries followed one after the other, for
many long minutes, and perhaps the angels heard poor Karen's
cry, or possibly those long-sleeping gods and goddesses of Old
Egypt, so a gradual change seemed to come over young Karen.
The terrible, racking torment of the triple adder stings began
having their secondary, and more desirous effects upon the
subject of Mlle. T.'s experiment.
The Mistress herself seemed to note this before the rest
of us, for she now moved forward to more closely examine her
young subject. Karen's head was lolling slowly from side to
side, though her green eyes remained as wide as ever.
Mlle. T. motioned for Jo Lin and her two attending
apprentices to remove the serpent jars. The three did so,
pulling the open mouths of the their jars away and quickly
resealing them with their heavy lids before the small
creatures could make good any escape. When Jo Lin pulled the
open mouth of the jar covering Karen's sex, it was found that
the serpent within had remained attached to the girl where it
had chosen to bite her. It now hang, all thirteen inches of
it, from the small pink morsel of Karen's young clitoris.
Even the two apprentices gasped at the sight of this, and
the ever calm Jo Lin gave them each look that clearly
communicated her extreme displeasure at their squeamish
reaction. The two girls were immediately cowed, and I
wondered what dread form of chastisement would certainly await
these two later on.
Jo Lin's careful hands skilfully caught up the dangling
serpent, a delicately manicured thumb and forefinger catching
the creature just behind it's clenching jaws. The adder
involuntarily released its hold on the clit of the red-haired
girl, and the older woman returned the thing to its jar,
capping the mouth with the fitted lid, and drawing away from
the suspended figure, along with her two assistants.
Mlle. T., however, took no note at all of these
happenings. Her attention was fixed the changed state of the
young woman who hung chained before us. The bitten flesh at
Karen's nipples glowed a hot red against the pale softness
that surrounded it, and the small bud of the poor girl's adder
bitten clit had swollen and extended itself redly nearly half
an inch in length above the wetly divided lips below.
But Mlle. T. was watching the young woman's eyes. The
wildness there appeared to be rapidly fading, replaced by a
vague expression, almost of wonder or surprise.
"It is happening," Mlle. T. murmured, as she continued to
observe her experiment closely. "Soon, now... very soon," she
said, her voice quiet, but tinged with an excitement I had not
heard her emote at any time previous.
It was just then that Karen gave a surprised little gasp
from beneath her gag. Her body stiffened, as it had done
before when each of the three stinging serpents had driven
home their twin fangs, but this time, instead of a cry at some
unimaginably tormenting pain, the stiffening of Karen's body
preceded what appeared to be a small shiver of pleasure. The
young woman actually gurgled in delight, as the rippling
shiver passed through her naked frame, leaving a field of tiny
goose flesh across the pale skin in its wake.
A small laugh was heard, and there was a clear expression
of joy in Karen's eyes, which was suddenly shattered by a look
of renewed panic as another, even stronger ripple of pleasure
shivered through the girl's strong frame. Soon Karen's body
was convulsing almost constantly in what had the appearance of
one, long, extended orgasm.
Mlle. T. was smiling and nodding her head quietly, as if
this is what she had hoped for and expected.
In a few moments, Karen was bucking and writhing against
her chains as insistently as she had earlier under the painful
triple sting of the adders, but now her shrieks, as high, long
and heart-rending as those she had emitted previously, were
not cries of pain but those of the most intense pleasure.
Again and again, the girl rose, strained, and screamed
her pleasure to the heavens. Sometimes a trembling,
shivering, gurgling laugh would separate one long cry from the
next, as if the girl could not restrain her wonder and delight
at the pleasures she was now experiencing.
"H... how...?" My dry throat nearly choked off my
question. "How long will it last?" I finally managed to ask.
Mlle. T., her eyes still upon the orgasming girl,
shrugged. "No one can tell," she said. "A young woman of
Karen's youth and virility... she should last longer than her
sisters who have gone before. If her heart can hold up
without bursting, we will at last know how long the
pleasurable symptoms can last. That would be most desirable."
I wondered for a moment about all those "sisters who have
gone before." I considered asking as the details of their
fate, but thought better of it.
The detailed results of the Mlle. T.'s experiment with
Karen will wait for another time. It is a long story in
itself, and I must move on now to bring my own story to a
conclusion.
The rest can wait.
