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47 Kim’s Day Goes Sideways. Story in comments  |
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Mr. or Mrs. ALT CENSOR! THERE IS NO HATE/WEAPONS/UNDERAGE IN THIS POST. EVERYTHING IS CONSENSUAL, NO WEAPONS AND ADULT After Mary took Kim up to her grooming room for a quick clean up after the dungeon sex play, Kim was returned to her Master in his study clean and fresh smelling. Kim kneeled on her knees beside the desk as Timothy worked on some papers. She didn’t care that he had not acknowledged her return. She didn’t care that she was ignored in favor of the paperwork. She was very content to be kneeling by her Master’s side, waiting patiently and alertly for when he would have use of her. From her position, Kim could not see the clock on the fireplace mantle on the far side of the room from the desk. She dare not turn her head to look, even though she wanted to know how long it was until lunch. She kept her body as still as possible, ignoring the still burning ache on her hip. Her eyes to the front, alert for her master’s movements, but not following them with her eyes. She was nothing more than a statue, a piece of art sitting next to the desk that her Master could admire should he choose to, or ignore, as was the case now. Kim knees began to ache on the gleaming hardwood floor. Normally, she would be kneeling back, her bottom resting on her heels, no pressure on her knees. But to protect her healing branding, she had to kneel straight up on her knees. She knew this same position was used as a punishment, with many variations. She wondered if Master had thought of that. If he had calculated that along with the pain of the branding, there would be the pain of kneeling on her knees for long periods of time. Her wondering mind almost missed her Master putting all the papers together and lifting the handle of her leash. With a gentle lift of the leash chain, Timothy signaled Kim to stand and walk behind him. Carefully, Kim got to her feet and rose up on her toes. Timothy gave a smile and head out of the room with Kim in tow, walking on her tip toes. It wasn’t easy for Kim after 2 weeks of being chained to her bed, but she was determined to comply with her training and not need or ask for any leniency. Lunch was light fare. Tuna sandwiches, with thin pan-fried potato slices, and fruit as always. Kim ate hungrily from her Master’s fingers, hiding her impatience between the morsels he fed her. She couldn’t help her eyes following each piece of food her Master lifted and brought to his own mouth. She was ravenously hungry, especially for the better food at her Master’s table than she had been fed in her room while recovering for two weeks. Whether by chance, her Master’s intuition or just blind luck, Master fed Kim to her heart's content and to the fullness of her belly. And Kim didn’t care what the reason was. Her Master gave her a last sip of water, then wiped her mouth with his napkin before lifting her leash again. Master led Kim to the back patio doors, for what Kim assumed would be a walk around the estate. Timothy kept to the grass paths, while Kim tiptoed behind him, her arms folded behind her back. Suddenly, Kim gasped and cried out, falling to her hands and knees. “What’s wrong?” Timothy asked with concern as he spun back towards Kim. “Is it the brand?” “No Master. I stepped on something.” Sobbed Kim, trying to hold back the tears. Mary came rushing from out of nowhere, putting a hand on Kim’s back to keep her from rising and the other hand lifting her foot by the ankle, much like a horse trainer lifting the leg of a horse. “She’s got a cut on the pad of her foot right in the middle.” Mary said as she took a clean cloth from her pocket and held it against Kim’s foot. Kim was looking down at the ground, disappointed in herself for crying out and then falling. Timothy searched the ground behind Kim, bent at the waist, his hands probing the ground. Two groundskeepers came rushing from their other duties when they saw “Mr. Timothy” checking the ground. When Timothy stood back up with a pointed and partially blood stained stone in his hand, the groundskeepers blanched and wished they had run in the other direction. “What the hell is this?” Timothy asked sternly. Kim looked back over her shoulder to see what her Master held. “These paths are supposed to be completely free of rocks, gravel and stones. This is unacceptable! My slave has been injured because of someone’s incompetence. Who was responsible for this path?” Timothy was livid and white faced. “The bleeding stopped, Sir. I glued the cut closed, but she shouldn’t walk on the foot for a while” Mary informed Timothy quietly. Needing to update him, but not wanting to incur any of his wrath. “Mr. T? What happened?” called another man running to the path. “You tell me, Ed!” Snarled Timothy as he tossed the rock to the approaching Ed. “you’re the grounds crew Chief! How did a sharp rock, that’s not supposed to be in these paths, cut my slave's foot?” “Mr. T, I’ll find out who was tending this path and take care of it. I’ll have the path, ALL the paths, gone over with a fine tooth comb.” Said the Crew Chief with embarrassment, but also a promise in his voice. “Ed, I want to see the man responsible on the patio in the morning. If he has the balls to come to work in the morning.” Seethed Timothy. “You got it, Boss.” Assured Ed. Then he started issuing terse orders to the two groundskeepers and others over his radio. Timothy took a few deep breaths to calm down with his hands on his hips. “Mary, good work.” He said calmly and appreciatively to the groom. “Thank you, Sir.” Mary replied, gratefully, and astounded to get a compliment, given that she was one misstep away from joining slave in the dungeon for good. “She’s not going to be able to walk on her toes for a few days though and should stay off it until morning. I’m sorry, Sir.” “You have no need to be sorry.” Assured Timothy. “Can she crawl on all fours? You know I have plans.” “Yes Sir. Crawling is no problem. It’s only a short way.” Mary assured Timothy. Timothy picked up Kim’s leash and noticed her dour expression. “What’s wrong Kim?” He asked her. “I should be standing on my toes, Master. I should not have cried out or fallen, Master. Please forgive my weakness.” A tear fell from her eye as she spoke. Timothy went to one knee in front of Kim. “None of this was any fault of yours. I will find the person at fault and deal with him. You reacted no different from an unshod mare would have if she stepped on the same stone. Crying out in pain is not weakness, and falling is a natural reaction to protect yourself from more damage being done. Standing or crawling, you are still my slave.” He told her gently. “Now follow.” He commanded. “Yes Master, thank you, Master.” Kim took consolation from her Master’s words. She held her head up as her pride returned, and she followed obediently. Timothy led her to the back of a pickup truck. All she could see from her low angle was a lot of black pipes. With ease, Timothy lifted Kim onto the bed of the pickup. Things became clearer for Kim. The pipes were on a wooden platform and at the back of the platform were two rods with a dildo on one and a cruel anal dildo on the other. Timothy worked fast to position Kim. She soon found herself locked in place by the black pipes after Timothy screwed them in place. Kim was on all fours. Her wrists encased tightly between four pipes. Her ankles, spread wide apart, were pinned to the platform by pipes. Pipes were locked around her thighs and connected to an upright pipe to hold them in place. Pipes around her waist forced her hips and ass out invitingly. Pipes around her neck were held by a long pipe drilled to the platform, and forced her chin up high. Clover clamps were clipped to her nipples, string from the end of each was tied off the vertical pipe holding her head and chin high, stretching her nipples from her breasts. Timothy fitted a dildo on one of the rods into Kim’s sex. Kim heard a short whir, and the dildo slid into her pussy. Kim moaned quietly at the length and girth of the dildo that would soon be fucking her. But the worst was still to come, she knew. The other dildo, meant for her anus and rectum, wasn’t a shaft. It was a series of balls of increasing diameter. As each ball entered or left her anus, her sphincter would first stretch around the ball's mid-point, then snap closed around its base, before stretching again continually. Timothy pushed the first ball into Kim’s ass, then she heard the whir of the fucking machine and ball by ball, the dildo fed into her rectum. She hoped dearly Master would keep the speed of the anal rod low. No matter how well lubed the balls were, her sphincter was going to be expanding and contracting repeatedly and painfully as each size ball entered or left her puckered hole. Kim gave a gasp of surprise and trepidation as a clitoral stimulator was strapped to her. Timothy hopped off the rear of the pickup and looked at Kim with a devilish grin. Holding up a remote control, he clicked a button and Kim felt the vibrator come to life. Kim breathed deep as her clit was stimulated. “Time to tour the estate, Kim.” Master said cheerfully. “We both have work to do.” He added mysteriously. The Kim felt the dildos start moving in her pussy and ass. The pussy dildo stretched her vaginal canal wide, while it bore deep into her depths a nudged her cervix. The anal dildo slid out ball by ball, stretching and contracting Kim’s bunghole painfully over and over. The anal dildo moved agonizing slow, while the pussy dildo thrust like the Johnson bar on a locomotive, moving in and out at a brisk pace. As her Master pulled the truck onto the road and started their journey, Kim finally let out a loud groan since her Master couldn’t hear. The anal dildo was excruciatingly painful, while the steady pace of the vaginal thrusting combined with the clitoral stimulation fought against the pain. Kim’s nipples were burning with the grip of the clamps. It didn’t take long to get to the first stop. No sooner had the truck come to a halt, when Kim saw a teen jump on the back of the truck and begin opening his dust covered overalls. Kim’s eyes opened wide, and she looked around for her Master. She heard the truck door slam, just as the teen pulled out a cock as think as she had ever seen. She looked up at the boy and then around for her Master. The teen's cock was an inch from her face when she spied her Master grinning at her. “It’s Lawrence’s sixteenth birthday today. That’s the age of consent in this state. You are giving him his first chance to fuck a throat.” Timothy told Kim bluntly. Kim looked back to the teen, and up into his eyes. “Happy Birthday Sir.” She said with all the respect she would give a visiting Master. Then she kissed the head of Lawrence’s bulbous cock head, sighed, opened her mouth as wide as she could and wrapped her lips around then over the head. “Hot DAMN!” Uttered Lawrence in awe. A hoop and a holler went up from the estate hands working the area. Various shouts of encouragement called out from the gathering mob. “Fuck her throat good, Lawrence!” “Grab a handful of hair!” “Choke her with your cock, boy!” “Skull fuck her kid!” Kim wasn’t sure what to do. Being restrained by the bars, she could barely move a muscle, much less move her head down the shaft of the teen’s cock that was growing longer and wider by the second. Lawrence finally took heed of some of the advice that was being thrown his way. Both his hands clinched Kim’s hair, and he humped his hips forward while stepping as close as the pipes would allow. Kim felt the cock head clog her esophagus. Her eyes began to water as airflow was cut off. “You gotta thrust harder than that, Lawrence boy. Ram your dick down her throat.” Kim heard her Master instruct the teen. Lawrence didn’t need a second lesson. With a brutal push, he forced his cock head past Kim’s esophagus and into her throat with a mighty grunt. Kim gagged and choked, which drew cheers from the mob of onlookers. Lawrence took the cheers as encouragement and began shoving his hips hard into Kim’s face, forcing his cock deeper into her throat. At the same time, Kim felt the clitoral stimulator and dildo in her pussy speed up and intensify. She let out a groan that Lawrence took as a sign he was doing well humping her face. Kim had no trouble with the length of the teen, but his girth was an all-out struggle to accommodate. Kim choked, gagged and sputter spittle as Lawrence drove down and up her throat. His retreat up her throat clogged her gullet. He was pumping so fast, Kim barely had time to take a short breath before the cock head cut off her airway. Tears were streaming down her cheeks from the pain in her scalp along with the plundering of her throat. All the while, her clitoris was sending signals to her body that made her start to quiver. To Kim, it seemed like an eternity that the teen brutalized her throat with his frantic thrusting throat fuck. But it was only a few minutes before the virgin teen let loose a torrent of semen for Kim to gulp down between chokes and gags. Kim could feel the cock and its head begin shrinking in her throat and mouth. Lawrencepushed himself against Kim’s face, trying to milk his climax for all it was worth. As the shaft in her throat shrank, Kim was able to use her throat muscle and tongue to work the last drops of cum from the teen's cock as a slave should. Kim felt her orgasm nearing, and she moaned openly and sucked hard on Lawrence’s shaft. Which of course Lawrence thought was due to his ability to fuck Kim’s throat. When the cock pulled to the edge of her lips. Suddenly, the clitoral stimulation stopped altogether. Kim whimpered in protest and, again, Lawrence thought Kim was reacting with disappointment to him removing his cock from her mouth. Kim again kissed the bulbous head and looked up into Lawrence’s eyes through her still watery eyes. “Thank you, Sir, for allowing me to swallow your cum.” She said with her most subservient tone. The shaky legged teen smiled down at Kim while he put his dick in his overalls. Then he spun around and jumped to the ground, grinning. “Did you see how bad she cried? I made her gag and choke like a little girl!” Lawrence boasted proudly. Kim kept herself from smiling and giggling, knowing her Master had used the vibrator and clit stimulator to manipulate Kim’s reactions for the teen’s benefit. When she looked at her Master, her face showed none of the disappointment she felt at losing the climax that had built while she got throat fucked. Her Master gave her a sly wink and turned to the crowd gathered around Lawrence, patting him on the back. “Who’s next? Form a line.” He called out cheerfully, still grinning. Kim hid her smile again, turned her head forward and opened her mouth for the coming cocks. She didn’t bother taking a head count, she knew it mattered not how many cocks were about to throat fuck her. All she had to know was the clit stimulator was buzzing again, the dildo fucking her pussy was going even faster and the anal ball dildo had even increased speed. Kim’s eyes glanced skyward and saw the sun still high in the sky. She knew it was going to be a long afternoon of swallowing cocks and cum. And just hopefully, Master would reward her with more than a few orgasms of her own. But just hopefully.
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7/5/2022 7:16 pm |
Looks bio-mechanical.
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