Ara and Clay Return to the Eep

A few things up front. This is a "hotwife" story, not a "cuckold" story. No one is being cheated on, and Kara and her husband do love each other.

In this story Kara seeks out -- and finds -- much more submission, bondage and pain in addition to rough sex and gang-bangs.

The Kara Unleashed series depends on some amount of continuity, and the stories should ideally be read in order, like chapters in a book.

Kara and Clay are still somewhat early in their journey, so there is a little more story around the sex scenes. Their experiences are evolving as the series goes on.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unlike the real world, STI's don't exist and birth control is 100% effective. In reality, the lifestyle depicted here would present a large health risk, as well as a pregnancy risk.

Fantasy is fine, but real women in the real world are quite unlikely to share Kara's sexual tastes.

No AI was involved in the creation of this story!

The Kara Unleashed stories so far:

#1 - Alumni Weekend Pt. 01

#2 - Alumni Weekend Pt. 02

#3 - Kara and Clay Visit The Keep

#4 - Kara and Clay Return to The Keep

Copyright © 2025 by EightBits.

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The Rack

Other than one puzzling feature, the rack in the center of the room looked like the ones I'd always seen depicted in movie dungeons.

Manacles for ankles at one end and wrists at the other? Check.

Chains from the ankle manacles running down to spool on to a capstan at the end? Check.

A handle to turn the capstan, and a ratchet mechanism to lock it in place? Check.

Last, but far from least, a beautiful naked girl laying on it? Check!

What was out of place was the large crank at the center of the rack.

Oh, I should mention -- the shapely ankles and the delicate wrists held by the heavy steel manacles belonged to my wife Kara.

Javier, the short, stocky, and annoyingly handsome guy who had just finished securing her in place, was one of the doms I'd seen before. Demitra, the mistress of The Keep, decided each night's pairing of doms and submissives, and tonight she'd chosen Javier for Kara.

He solved the mystery of the center crank by starting to energetically turn it, and a center section of the rack began to slowly raise up under Kara's back. The mechanism was impressive -- the movable center section wasn't just a single bar, or even a flat square platform, it was an arch that pretty much matched the curve of her back as it rose.

Kara's eyes widened, and she made a surprised exclamation. Javier just smiled and continued cranking as I watched my wife's voluptuous body slowly being forced into a graceful backbend.

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Two months ago, I could not have imagined that I'd be part of an audience watching as a girl was tormented and gang-banged -- usually in that order, but those activities could and did overlap. But that was before Kara, my lovely wife, had fulfilled my long-time fantasy of seeing her have sex with other men. She'd surprised and thrilled me by starring in a gang-bang when we'd flown across the country for a homecoming visit to my old frat at Boston University.

Prior to that, all I'd dared hope for was her maybe picking up some guy in a bar, and even that had always seemed destined to remain just a fantasy. But on that weekend, something had clicked, and Kara, knowing my love of gang-bang porn, had shed her inhibitions and jumped straight into one.

Was it that we had been very far from home? The trust and confidence that came with three years of happy marriage? Some latent frat gang-bang fantasy?

During that weekend, which had contained not just one, but two gang-bangs, I'd also learned of my wife's rather... adventurous sexual history. Not only were those not her first gang-bangs, but she was no stranger to kinkier things like S&M. A few weeks ago she'd found The Keep, and during our previous visit I'd discovered that her being tied up and misused excited not just her, but me as well.

So that's why I was in a fairly convincing dungeon, and watching a stranger -- just because I knew Javier's name didn't mean he wasn't a stranger -- get ready to torture my wife.

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He didn't stop cranking until the center of Kara's body was a couple feet higher than where her hands and feet were secured to the base of the rack. Her head was thrown back to where she was looking at the wall, not the ceiling, and her shoulder-length blonde hair hung straight down, and almost touched the floor. She turned her head and scanned the audience, stopping to make eye-contact with me for a second before returning her gaze to the wall.

Satisfied with the shape he'd formed her into, Javier moved down to the handle that tightened the chains attached to her ankles and gave it turn.

I'm not a mechanical engineer, but I'm a decent shade-tree mechanic, and I have a reasonable grasp of physics, so it made me happy to see that the small diameter capstan had a short handle attached to it. I was pretty sure that prevented pulling hard enough to cause actual injury -- unlike a genuine medieval rack.

Those limitations not withstanding, he continued turning the handle, the ratcheting mechanism making a loud clicking sound as each increment of the chain was pulled in and wound around the capstan. He stopped only when her body looked to be stretched uncomfortably taut.

The guy sitting to my right yelled, "Give her another turn!"

I turned to tell him to shut the fuck up, but I was able to reign in that reflexive response, turning it into a mild "Looks plenty tight to me." He was too busy staring at my wife to notice that I'd said it through gritted teeth.

Kara and I were on the same page about not letting on that I was her husband. At my fraternity's alumni party, no one had known that the girl whose body they were enjoying was my wife, and we didn't want the other members of The Keep to know either. We didn't care if they knew she was married, the issue was that very few guys could carry on unaffected by the knowledge that the husband was present. They either felt inhibited -- and Kara liked them to be uninhibited -- or they thought that disrespecting me was part of the game, and it really wasn't for Kara and I. Things just went better if they didn't know I was Kara's husband.

"Fuck, she's hot. Wonder if she's got a boyfriend?" said the guy to my left. "Or a husband?"

"Nah," said the guy in front of him. "She wouldn't be here to pull a train if she did."

"Yeah, probably right." He laughed, "Maybe she needs one. I'm gonna look her up after she's done tonight -- wouldn't mind havin' that waiting for me at the end of my shift."

Either he hadn't read the rules, or he was unaware of how serious the management of The Keep took the policy about audience members -- as well as the doms -- not attempting to have any relationship with the submissives outside of The Keep. Sorry dude. You can fuck her, but you can't hit on her. That was one of the features that we liked about this place.

"One thing I really like," said Javier as he fondling her breasts, "is turning an asset into a liability, and I'm sure you've gotten a lot of benefits from these assets, haven't you?"

Kara didn't respond, and he twisted her nipple as he asked again, "Haven't you?"

"Yes," she gasped.

He twisted it a bit more, and said, "Tell us about it."

Speaking rapidly, she said, "Men will do almost anything I want because of my tits."

"Why?" he didn't twist it more, but he didn't let up either.

"They hope they'll get to see them... to touch them," she said.

"So then why are you letting us," he gestured at the audience, "see them even though we haven't done anything to earn it?"

She closed her eyes, and quietly said, "Because I'm a slut."

Javier laughed and let go of her nipple. Kara opened her eyes, and again sought me out in the audience, making sure I was watching before she looked away.

"Well, slut, it would be a real shame if we didn't pay special attention to tits like these." He cupped one of her breasts in his hand and bounced it up and down as if weighing it.

"For big natural tits, yours are surprisingly firm," he said with an impressed frown.

He opened a drawer in a rolling tool chest that looked oddly out of place in a dungeon, but was no-doubt useful, and took out a couple of thick red rubber bands.

"Let's see just how much firmer we can make them."

Using both hands, he stretched one of the rubber bands wide open, and slid it over Kara's left breast, pushing it as far as possible towards the base. He held onto the rubber-band with one hand, and used the other to pull and lift her breast, allowing him to work the band even closer to her body. Slipping his fingers out from beneath the band, he let it tighten around her breast.

My wife being a double-D cup meant that the rubber band, even though not very tight, was able to indent the soft flesh it encircled and eliminate any chance of it slipping off. Nonetheless, Javier added the second rubber band over the first, the increasing tightness making them dig in a little deeper.

He took two more rubber bands from the drawer, and proceeded to do the same to her other breast, getting a moan from my wife.

Looking at the audience, he asked us, "Who wants to help?"

Pretty much every hand went up -- it had obviously been a rhetorical question. He said, "One each, please," as he took a handful of rubber bands and began throwing them into the audience.

Even though I wasn't trying to catch one, a rubber band landed in my lap. Well, shit. I couldn't very well give it away, could I? The lucky audience members who had caught a rubber band were lining up, and not having much choice, I joined them. There were seven guys ahead of me, and about the same number behind.

Having sex, even with my wife, with a group of other guys was still a bridge too far for me. Our plan was that I'd stick to my comfort zone, and be nothing more than a voyeur of my Kara's adventures. Admittedly, helping her dom inflict pain upon her wasn't sex, but it struck me as a slippery slope, hence my reluctance.

The two bands that Javier had started her off with had changed Kara's breasts only slightly, taking them from their normal shape to something a little more rounded. But that was just the beginning. I watched with fascination -- and a modicum of alarm -- as with each rubber band that the string of guys in front of me added, my wife's shapely breasts became noticeably more taut, more globular. Can you even

do

this to breasts, I wondered? Ok, obviously you could, but should you?

"Oh, oh. Those are so tight," she moaned. Looking the guy at the head of the line straight in the eye, she gasped, "Give me more, I want more."

He chuckled as he added his rubber band, clearly amused at her depravity, then he took a moment to fondle her breast before moving on to make way for the next guy.

I'd been privileged to have seen Kara's spectacular breasts literally a thousand times.

I'd seen her standing in front of me with her bare breasts high and proud. I'd see her laying down naked on our bed, her irresistible twin peaks beckoning. I'd seen them sway as she bent over to let me fuck her from behind. I'd seen them in blouses, dresses, t-shirts, swimsuits, and bras.

But I'd never seen them looking like they did now: two big round balls, connected to the rest of her body by flesh encircled with an ever-tightening ring of rubber bands.

With the audience taking over the "work" of adding rubber bands around Kara's breasts, Javier was free to move to the other end of the rack she was stretched over, and apply a serious-looking vibrator between her legs.

"Oh, fuck," she breathed. "My tits hurt so much, but that vibrator feels so damn good!"

Kara was one of those rare and lucky women who could have an orgasm from vaginal sex alone, whereas the vast majority of women needed either some good oral or a vibrator to get there. She did have one counter-balancing drawback -- even with a vibrator buzzing away on her clit, she couldn't come unless her pussy was also receiving some attention. That attention could come from a penis, a dildo, or even a finger, but it was definitely required. Was this conditioning, or just the way her body was wired? We didn't know, but regardless, that's how things worked for her.

I'd initially thought that Javier wasn't aware of this necessity, but then Kara made it clear that wasn't the case.

"Oh, please, I told you. You know I've got to have to have something in my pussy!"

Javier didn't respond, just kept moving the vibrator around on her clit. I watched the guy in front of me stretch his rubber band wide enough to slid over the swollen globes my wife's perfect tits had become, and add it to the bundle at the base of the left one. He squeezed her breast, and she yelped.

Then, it was my turn, although I don't think she knew that the next rubber band she felt being added to her collection would come from me, as her eyes had been closed well before I reached the front of the line. Her head was swaying from side to side, although I couldn't tell whether from the pain in her breasts or the pleasure of the vibrator.

The guys had been adding the bands pretty evenly between each breast. I made my best guess as to which one was next as I placed my band around her right breast and carefully released it to let it add to the constriction around her breast. Fascinated by their shape and tautness, I couldn't resist the urge to touch them. I ran my fingertips across her distended nipples, and even though I was gentle, she moaned as I did it.

Eyes still closed, she whined, "They feel like over-inflated balloons." She moaned again, then begged, "Oh, please don't squeeze them."

An impulse I didn't expect, and couldn't explain, made me give her breast a squeeze anyway. It was a light one, but even that caused her to yelp. She opened her eyes, and saw that the guy who had squeezed her tit was her own husband. She looked shocked, and started to speak.

I know this sounds cruel, but I was afraid that in the moment, she was going to say something we might both regret her saying. She'd gotten only as far as "I can't...", when I gave her other breast a squeeze, and not a gentle one. The word she was forming became a scream, and she turned her head away and moaned as I gave up my place to the next guy in line.

I sat back down, with a variety of thoughts and emotions swirling as I processed what had just transpired in my foray from voyeur to participant.

The line moved slowly, as each of the guys took his time adding the rubber bands they carried and then poking at or squeezing her tits. As more bands were added, they seemed to become even more sensitive; when it got down to the last few guys, even the softest touches and squeezes garnered a strong, and sometimes loud, reaction.

All the while, Javier used his toy on her, it humming away as he expertly manipulated it between her legs. While Kara did enjoy the vibrator alone, after a while it became almost torture as she hovered on the verge of coming, yet unable to get there -- something Javier seemed to know.

As it went on, between the little yelps and screams as her swollen tits were abused, her requests to Javier became pleas. "Oh, fuck. I need it! In my pussy, please! Something, anything! Please!"

I'd been right about how taut she was being pulled by the mechanism. I could see her struggle, but her beautiful body was stretched across the arc of the rack beneath her so tightly that all her efforts came to naught. She was unable to move a millimeter as the torment of her breasts and the deliciously painful pleasure from the vibrator continued.

Finally, the last guy in line added his rubber band, flicked one of her nipples, and returned to his seat. That was apparently what Javier had been waiting for, because as soon as the guy had sat down, Javier held the vibrator on her clit with one hand, then slid two fingers of his other hand into her needy pussy, and began to wiggle them.

"Ohhh, fuuuckkk," she moaned. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Javier added a third finger, and began pumping them in and out of her pussy..

"Oh, faster, deeper, oh, slower, harder, oh, fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed as what looked to be a huge orgasm swept through her. Unable to move her arms and legs, she clenched her hands fists, she curled her toes, and she tossed her head back even further to where she was facing the floor instead of the wall. This lasted a good ten seconds, and then she went completely limp -- or as limp as you can go when your body is stretched into a backbend on a rack -- and made a continuous whining sound that slowly tapered off.

Javier, looking very satisfied with what he'd accomplished, announced, "The fun will resume after a short intermission."

Some of the guys headed out for a restroom break, or to get a drink, but I stayed seated, and watched as Javier began removing the rubber bands one by one from my wife's breasts.

Gangbang

As Javier removed the last band from each breast, Kara would give out with a little scream as the blood rushed back into the now un-constricted flesh. When he finished, Javier took a finger and gently traced the marks they had left behind, then gave the bases of her breasts a gentle massage.

While he was doing it, she again made eye-contact with me, this time holding it for a couple seconds. I was starting to get concerned that someone would notice.

I found the way Javier was touching her surprisingly erotic. Seeing another man treat her in such a tender fashion was in some ways more exciting than seeing her treated roughly and being fucked. Was it because it seemed so intimate? Was it because of or in spite of the miniscule undercurrent of jealousy I was feeling?

I didn't have long to try and analyze my reaction, because the moment Kara was released from the rack and stood up, Javier popped a bright-red ball-gag into her mouth, and began to tie her up again.

He started by placing a leather cuff around her left ankle, and using a very short length of chain to secure it to an attachment point embedded in the floor. Next, he took a very wide leather collar that hung by a chain from the ceiling, and fastened that around her neck. I knew that he was experienced, and theoretically careful, but seeing something around her neck like that made me a little uneasy. I was somewhat reassured since there was a lot of slack in the chain.

Things got even more interesting when another cuff went around her right ankle, and he pulled down another chain from the ceiling and connected it to that cuff. With one leg chained to the floor, and one to the ceiling, I began to suspect what he had in mind.

He called a guy from the audience, one he obviously knew, and gave him some instructions I couldn't hear. The guy nodded and stood behind her, waiting. Javier went over to the back wall, where both the chain from her leg and the chain from her collar ran to hand-cranked winches mounted there. He started cranking on one of the winches and the chain to my wife's right leg drew taut. She looked at me, eyes widening as her leg was lifted off of the floor. The guy behind her smiled happily as he fulfilled his role as her spotter, putting put one hand on her thigh, right at her pussy, and wrapping his other arm around her chest, with his hand cupping her right breast.

Javier kept cranking, and raising her leg higher and higher. As her leg went up, her upper body had to lean sideways, and I saw why there had been slack in the chain running to her collar.

Each click of the winch, her eyes got wider. Not sure if that was real, or for her audience, but either way the guys liked it.