Other Institutions: Chateau Noir: Chapter 13

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.

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