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45 Kim’s Punishments part 3 of 4 Story in comments Sorry it's late.  |
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Oh yikes, Be careful what you agree to Kim, even for Masters pleasure.
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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 REPEAT NO HATE / NO WEAPONS / NO UNDERAGE GAGS AND ELECTRO PLAY ARE COMMON BDSM ITEMS LISTED IN THE SITES KINK LIST. THIS STORY HAS BEEN IN THE ALT MAGAZINE FOR MONTHS WITH NO PROBLEM. Still without speaking, Master opened the cage door, attached Kim’s leash and drew her out of the cage. He held the leash chain low, indicating to Kim for her to stay on her hands and knees. A three-inch pecker gag attached to a head harness was strapped tightly on Kim. Still on her hands and knees, she felt a cold, hard intrusion into her sphincter. Her anus wrapped around the base of the short tube like plug. She then felt a leather strap buckling around her thighs to hold the plug firmly in place. A tug on the leash brought Kim up and erect on her knees. A forearm binder was strapped on her, holding her arms folded tightly behind her back. While Master walked away, Kim watched slave continue her sweeping duty, making sure to pass the broom over every inch of the dungeon floor. There seemed to be no dust or dirt at all being pushed in front of the bristles. Kim heard a winch turned on and whirring, seconds later, a large hook descended to her eye level. Master returned and snaked the hook onto the ring on top of Kim’s head harness. When Master stepped away again, seconds later the hook was rising. Kim got to her feet as the hook lifted her head until she found herself on her toes. When Master returned to her, he strapped Kim’s ankles together, then her knees. Kim felt something brush her legs behind her. Something thin, seeming to dangle from the plug in her ass. A shiver ran through Kim as it dawned on her what the plug was. Her suspicion was confirmed when Master rolled a cart towards her holding a voltage regulator. Alligator clips bit into her nipples and labia painfully tight. Kim could only strain on her toes and wait. She was already breathing fast, trembling, and her eyes were welling with tears. She doubted there was a game to play this time. She watched her Master carry a chair to the cart and set it down. Then he used a strap to connect her arm binder to the hook holding her body up. He was expecting Kim to lose her footing, he wanted to be sure her head wasn’t the only body part keeping her from falling. Kim searched the room through tear filled eyes, wondering suddenly where Helen was. She only saw slave, now wiping or polishing the dungeon equipment, rags in both her hands, ignoring what was happening to Kim. Kim couldn’t help noticing the faraway look in slave’s eyes as she did her chore like an automaton. The first jolt took Kim by surprise. She went into uncontrolled spasms as she wailed around the pecker deep in her mouth, her eyes wide in pain. She went limp when the power was cut, hanging by her head and arms behind her. She didn’t even try to get back on her toes. The pain had zinged through her rectum, labia and nipples like five fingers of a lightning bolt. With a shriek, she felt the next jolt pulse through her. Her legs kicked wildly to and from until Master cut the power again. Kim’s breath was coming in deep heaves. Her tears were flowing freely and thickly. Before long, Kim was constantly screaming and wailing through short and long, and longer jolts of voltage running through her. Between jolts, the screams and wails fell to loud sobbing. Breaths came in huge inhalations and exhalations, wheezing through her nose or around the pecker gag. Her nipples and labia felt on fire. Her anus and lower rectum felt seared. Sweat poured from her body, only increasing the conductivity of the electricity during jolts. There were no thoughts running through Kim’s mind. She didn’t wonder about Helen’s where a bouts. She didn’t look to see what chore slave was working on. She gave no mind to where Mary might be. She didn’t calculate how many times she had been shocked or how long it had been happening, or even when it might end. Master kept the jolts frequent, not letting Kim rest or recover, much less think or let her mind wander. Kim had been right. There was no game to this shock session. It was pure, unadulterated, brutal punishment. Kim didn’t even consider that she had strongly agreed that she should be punished, or that she had consented to whatever punishment Master decided. Nor did she take notice of the pleasure her Master was deriving from each and every jolt he sent through Kim. He smiled like a child on Christmas morning opening a new toy with every single shock. Kim was barely conscious when her Master removed the alligator clips and pulled the anal electrode from her ass. None of that caused a ripple of sensation after a morning of electro shocks. She barely conceived that she was being lowered to the floor by the winch. It didn’t register to her how cold the dungeon floor felt against her skin after the heat of the shocks. Her eyes were dazed, open, but nonobservant of her surroundings. She didn’t realize her Master left the dungeon, or that Mary treated her nipples, labia and anus with ointment. She felt no difference when Mary removed the head harness and pecker gag, her jaw remaining parted as if the pecker were still between her teeth. It was an automatic reflex when she sipped through the straw, taking in the cool water Mary held her head up to drink. Then she was still on the floor, gazing at nothing, her breathing coming under control on its own. Her mouth closing slowly on instinct. Kim lay on her side, totally exhausted, with no thoughts of the past, present or future. Her mind completely blank, in limbo. It took time, but eventually Kim’s eyes closed, and she fell into a deep slumber right there on the dungeon floor. Even if she were not tightly restrained, her body didn’t move. It was still just midday as she slept. Doing her chores, slave moved around the dungeon, dusting and polishing the wooden frames, buffing the metal devices and shackles. Always keeping busy lest master, or a spy for Master, see her idle. Slave to care not to disturb Kim. She was sure that would draw a much sterner punishment than even being idle outside of her cell. She had become very systematic with her chores and always finished too quickly now, so she started over, pushing the broom over the entire floor even though it was spotless after she had mopped it, except where Kim lie still.
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