Authors note: This is part four of an originally six-part story. I am rethinking submitting part six though, so I have rewritten this part. Part five is already written, so I will be submitting that in another three or four days. All comments are welcome. In real-life I am not involved in the BDSM scene so suggestions from those more experienced are welcome. Anyway, be nice if you can, but if not, I have a thick skin and promise not to get offended.
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Karen's Slavery - Chapter 4
By ETB70
The next day dragged for Karen, nervously awaiting her next session in the dreaded playroom. Mai seem unaffected. Having been here almost two years already, she had learned to just accept that she would suffer periodically. Somehow, Karen got through breakfast, the obligatory enema, two hours of workout and the girl-on-girl training sessions with Chloe and Mai. That part, at least, Karen was beginning to accept and even enjoy. At lunch, the maid handed her a note that her afternoon blowjob training was cancelled, so the girls all had the afternoon off. Dinner came, and with it Karen's sense of dread increased.
Finally, just before seven, Karen's heart pounding, Mai and Karen made their way to the playroom as instructed. At Mai's direction, they both knelt, hands on their ankles behind their backs, chests thrust out and heads down, facing the opposite doorway. The room was cool and Karen could feel her nipples hardening. Their wait was not long.
The Master and Mistress walked in. Both were dressed in black leather, with completely open crotches and bottoms. "Excellent," the Master said. "I'm so glad you could join us. We plan to take it easy today to help break Karen in, but we do have a full agenda, so let's get started."
The Mistress spoke up, "Tonight, we're having a contest. You each start out awarded with one hundred lashes. I know that seems harsh, but we will give you chances to win them back. In the first contest, Mai will pleasure me orally and Karen will pleasure the Master. For each minute fewer than ten you make us cum, you will earn back two strokes. So, if you can make us cum in only five minutes, you will have already earned back ten strokes."
The Master went over to a cabinet and came back with a long wooden box containing a series of ever-thicker metal shafts with a bulge at one end. There was also a slender metal egg with a flare on one end and a handle on the other. "Next, you will place these weighted dildos, called kelgecisors, in your cunts. We will start with one weighing eight ounces; you have to hold it in for one minute. Then we go up to a heavier weight every step. For the initial weight and each eight ounce weight increase we add, we will subtract lashes. You can earn one stroke for the first, two strokes for the second, three strokes for the third and four strokes for fourth and eight for the last one. If, for example, you can hold all five weights, you will earn back eighteen strokes."
The Master continued, returning once more from the cabinet with a bag of three dildos. He laid out the dildos; they were all tampered for the first six inches and then wide from there on, at least a foot long and ranged from 2 inches to 3 inches at the widest part. "Next, you will insert these three dildos in your throat, cunt and ass. Notice that they are marked in inches from the six-inch to the ten-inch mark. The goal is simple; push as much of each one into your openings as you can. For each inch past the six-inch mark on the smallest, two-inch diameter dildo, you get one point. For each inch on the medium two-and-a-half-inch dildo, two points and for the three inch you get three points per inch. You have one minute to get it as deep as you can and hold it there long enough for us to record it, not just jam it in momentarily. So you see, if you can get all of the marked inches of all three dildos in all three of your openings, you will earn back another seventy-two lashes. If you do all of these tasks perfectly, that's all one hundred lashes you can potentially avoid."
"I will fuck the winner, the one with the fewest remaining lashes, in her cunt while the loser pleasures the Mistress and then, after a break, fuck the loser in her ass while the winner pleasures the Mistress. Of course, since I'll fuck the winner first, the ass-fuck might take awhile."
"Now don't worry," the Mistress said, "If you don't earn back all the strokes, I promise you will get still get any remaining lashes afterwards."
Karen was nervous, looking at the size of even the smallest dildo; it was still almost as large as the driver's cock. How would she be able to take even that in her ass, let alone the largest one? Of course, she also knew she had no choice if she wanted to avoid dozens of lashes.
"Shall we get started?" the Master asked. He and the Mistress both picked up a stop watch from the cabinet and moved over to a king-size bed, one of several scattered around the room. They positioned themselves lying on the bed, side by side next to each other and spread their legs. The invitation was obvious and Mai and Karen moved over between their legs.
"Are you both ready?"
At their "Yes, Master," he started his stop watch.
Karen almost forgot everything she had learned in the last four days in her haste to get him to climax within the five minute time period, immediately taking his not yet fully hard cock in her mouth and sucking it frantically. The Master made a disapproving sound. "I thought you would have been better trained by now. Maybe we need to up your training to four men per day."
Karen shuddered, but slowed down and began putting her training into action. She started licking, first the shaft to get it slick and then his balls; steeling herself, she began licking lower toward his ass. Her tongue slowly made its way down, then circled his asshole, finally penetrating it. All the while she was slowly jacking off his now rock hard cock with her hand. After a few minutes, she knew she was making progress when he groaned. Beside him the Mistress was muttering encouragement to Mai and beginning to thrust with her hips.
"Yes, yes, right there. Oh, that's good, now suck my clit. Harder, I'm almost there. Keep sucking and finger my ass. Faster, dammit; move that tongue faster."
With a scream the Mistress came. Mai continued licking all through her orgasm until it subsided.
"That took six minutes; very good, Mai. You just earned back eight strokes."
Karen had tried not to let herself get distracted. In the meantime, she had replaced her tongue in the Master's ass with the tip of her wetted finger and was slowly inserting it as she began to slowly deep-throat him, while swirling her tongue around the shaft. Her practice with Charles and Jack helped and she was able to get almost all of him down her throat. He finally began thrusting with his hips. Karen realized that the Mistress had leaned over and was kissing him passionately. She thought that was probably helping. Finally, he grabbed her head and pulled her tight to his crotch, pushing the last inch or so of his thick cock down her throat, something she had not quite been able to do on her own. Karen choked, her throat spasming, but the Master held her firmly. Karen was very aware when his cock erupted and began to spray his hot seed down her throat. After maybe fifteen or twenty seconds he let go and slowly withdrew, until just the head and another inch or so was in her mouth as he finished cumming. Karen gasped for breath and without being told, swallowed all the cum and began to lick his softening cock clean.
"That took eight and a half minutes; that's actually pretty good. If you hadn't tried to rush at first, you could have done it even faster. We'll round it down to eight and let you have four strokes back."
The Master got up off the bed and opened a bottle of champagne that was in an ice bucket on the large, well-stocked bar. He poured two glasses, took a sip from one and brought the other over to the Mistress. Next, he surprised Karen by saying, "You two will have to get your own glasses."
"Thanks, dear, just what I needed," his wife said as she took her glass.
Dubiously, Karen followed Mai over and watched while Mai filled two more glasses. She handed Karen a glass and also pushed a buzzer on the bar. As Karen sipped the champagne, a maid came down with another bottle of champagne in a fresh ice bucket, took the partially empty bottle and left.
Seeing Karen's surprise, the Mistress shook her head sadly and said, "Karen, Karen, Karen; look, there is no doubt that we will humiliate you, hurt you and fuck you; for us, that's the whole point. However, we won't do it in small things. Your living quarters are nice; you eat the same food and drink the same liquors we do. Our pleasure is making you hurt in here, fucking you, and occasionally letting other people hurt you and fuck you, not making you totally miserable all the time. It's a fine distinction, but lost on some people, even some of our friends. The bidder bidding for you against my husband runs a series of S&M brothels. You would have had four to six sessions like this a day, each with different clients, lived in a seedy dormitory, had common food and no alcohol. He's always bidding because usually his girls find some way to kill themselves within the first few years. He really doesn't mind. At that point they're getting a little old, his customers want someone new anyway, and he has already made a fortune on each one."
Karen shuddered; as bad as this was, she could only now imagine how bad it could have been. Surprising herself, she knelt at the Master's feet, put her head down and cried. "Thank you," she finally choked out.