The Adventures of Karen - Part 6 - Threesome
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
(c) 2002 Cathy P
If you enjoyed this story then feel free to make, and keep, a copy. If you
didn't enjoy it I'd love to know why, and how I could improve it. If you wish
to post it elsewhere, then of course you can, (and will!), but remember to
credit me as the author.
Any suggestions for future stories involving Karen would be welcomed.
