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57 Kim and Saturday’s Carnival I have come to the point where I have posted everything I have written. I will be writing more as I have time and inspiration, but it won't be every day, unfortunately. 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 Kim was awake early, anxious to get the contests underway. While she waited for Mary to awaken and come groom her, Kim thought back to the previous night. To save her Master from embarrassment, she had voiced her thoughts. But the fact that she, a slave, had thought of something her Master hadn’t, and then voiced that thought in front of Helen and their grooms, had to embarrass her Master, at least a little. And that little could result in a lot of repercussions. Kim silently kicked herself for not thinking to ask to speak to her Master alone, so as not to embarrass him in front of others. She had been so afraid for her Master’s reputation that she just spoke out. She knew she would pay a price for that. Not during the Carnival, but certainly after. With a sigh she realized she was digging herself a punishment hole, just like last year. With another sigh, she accepted that she deserved whatever the punishment was. She had saved her Master a major embarrassment possibility, by embarrassing him in a more minor way. And Master DIDN’T appreciate being embarrassed at all. After grooming was completed, with a heavy application of aloe to Kim’s still sore anus, Mary led Kim to breakfast. Timothy fed Kim and Helen a nourishing breakfast, wanting them both to be fully ready to perform in the contest and games. For their part, although they were both anxious to get to the Carnival grounds, Kim and Helen ate voraciously, knowing they would need the energy for the day’s events. As Kim walked behind her Master and Mary to the Carnival grounds, she recalled that last year, she had been walking to the Carnival center to be caned. But not this year. Except for her sore anus from Day one’s sexcapades, she was feeling healthy and strong and would have no injury to deal with in the contests. When Kim got to the field the first contest would be held in, she couldn’t even guess what the contest would be about. Twenty posts that looked like gallows stood tall with plastic buckets behind them. Kim stood under her gallows and had her wrists tied together, then her ankles tied. Her mind raced to try and figure out what was going on. There were no dildos, no start or finish line, no time clock. As she thought, she was hoisted into the air by her wrists, the rope from her wrists having been threaded through a pulley at the top of the post. Looking down, she saw the plastic bucket placed below her feet. A gasp went through the line of slaves, including Kim, when bags of ice began filling the buckets, along with what Kim would soon find out was cold water. Soon, was mere seconds, as she and the other nineteen slaves were lowered until their feet were embedded in the ice water. Wails and squeals rang out from slaves along with deep gasps. One slave pulled with her wrists and lifted her feet out of the water almost immediately. She was just as immediately declared out of the competition, even though she pleaded that she didn’t mean to lift her feet. Kim heard the betting start up and realized it hadn’t begun before the event. “They didn’t want to give us a clue about what was coming.” Kim thought to herself. The betting was heated, unlike the icy water already turning toenails blue. Kim gritted her teeth and furiously wiggled her toes in an attempt to keep them from getting too cold too fast. She noticed each post had someone ready to add another bag of ice to the bucket as the cubes melted in the summer heat. Moans and whines were rampant along the line of slaves, but not from Kim. She clinched her teeth and breathed through them, working to control her breathing and not panic from the bone chilling cold surrounding her feet. One by one, slaves started lifting their feet from the bucket of ice filled water. Kim closed her eyes and tried to focus on warmth. She thought of the times bound in the back of the pickup truck being paraded around the estate in the summer heat, dust clinging to her sweaty body. She thought of being tied to the cross on the lawn under the hot Georgia sun, or spread eagle on the grass under the sun. She tried to block out all the apologies of the slaves that failed their Masters or Mistresses. The shrieks just befor a slave lifted their feet, unable to stand another second in the frigid water. Kim knew she was shivering, but did nothing to try and control it. She knew enough to know that shivering was the body burning energy to stay warm. She concentrated with all her mental strength in an effort to ignore the cold, ignore that she was no longer able to feel her toes, much less wiggle her toes. Numbness was setting into her feet. Her brain screamed at her to lift her legs and get her feet clear of the water, but her heart refused to give in. Her teeth started chattering. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold out. And then she felt herself rising into the air, lifted by the rope around her wrists. Her eyes sprang open and she whipped her head from side to side, seeing all the other slaves standing, or more often, kneeling, on the grass. She threw her head back in relief. She had won. When she returned to the ground, her feet couldn’t support her and she went to her knees. Mary was quick to wrap her feet in a towel as the ropes on her wrist were untied and the wet, frozen ropes on her ankles were cut off. Mary offered a thermos to Kim and Kim tilted her head so Mary could pour hot tea into Kim’s mouth. Kim gulped it down greedily, even though it was over 90 degrees on the sunny Georgia day. Kim looked around and saw that every slave was now kneeling or sitting on the grass. “Kim, you have to stand and walk to the care tent. I can hold your arm, but you have to walk. Master’s instructions. I’m sorry.” Mary whispered to Kim, her soft voice laced with sympathy. Kim nodded a little too vigorously. She knew Master wanted her to out do all the other slaves. Getting up and walking when they were still on the grass would surely do that. “Ok Mare. I know what Master wants.” Kim said quietly. She kicked off the towel from her feet and pushed herself to one knee, then shakily got to her feet. She reached out and grabbed Mary’s arm. Steadied herself, then took a step toward the care tent’s direction that Mary pointed to. She walked stiffly, her feet not wanting to respond to her brain’s commands. She finally settled on a shuffle. She did smile to herself when she heard Masters and Mistresses urging their slaves to “get the hell up”. In the care tent, Mary had Kim sit with her feet in a bucket of warm water that had been sitting out in the sun. It felt glorious to Kim, at least until the blood flow started back in her feet and the numbness turned to pins and needles. “Oh Fuck, Mare. This is as bad as taking clover clamps off. Son of a BITCH!” Hissed Kim as she clinched her eyes shut, and her fists closed. “I hope you aren’t calling me that?” Kim heard her Master say as he sat down beside her. “Oh NO, Master. It’s just my feet warming up feels like pins and needles, Master.” Kim said apologetically, but with a slight grin. “I’m teasing, I know you would do that. I also know about the pins and needles in your feet. I DID plan the contest you know.” Timothy said with a wider grin, before giving Kim a kiss on the brow. “I’m proud of you. I’m told you were far and away the slave in the most control of themselves.” He added. “You weren’t watching Master?” Kim asked a bit dejected. “I was watching Helen in her heat of the event.” Timothy explained. “Of course! Master I didn’t even realize Helen wasn’t among my group. I spent so much time trying to figure out what was going on, then trying to concentrate, I never thought of looking for Helen. I didn’t even notice at the end. Master, how did she do?” Kim said in rapid fire amazement and a bit of guilt. “She won her heat too, here she comes now.” Timothy said, pointing to the tent entrance. Helen was in worse shape than Kim was, leaning heavily on Florence. Kim watched her plop down and gratefully plunger her feet into the warm bucket of water offered her. “Oh poor Sweety. I’m happy she won though, Master. Master can I speak to you privately?” Kim asked as she sloshed her feet in the cooling water. Timothy nodded to Mary to step away. “Master, I apologize if I embarrassed you in front of Helen and the grooms last night. I was just so afraid of what might happen to Master that I didn’t think to ask to speak to you privately, Master. I will accept the punishment you deem fit, Master. Please forgive me, Master.” Kim said quietly, so no one but her Master would hear. “I’m glad you realize the error you made Kim. I will of course forgive you after your get your deserved punishment. And I again thank you for keeping me from making what could have been a grave error in judgement on the matter.” Timothy kissed Kim again on the brow, drawing a sigh from Kim. “We’ll handle that after Carnival. “Of course Master. Thank you, Master.” Kim said gratefully. She knew her punishment would be steep, whatever her Master decided on. But that was fine with Kim. She earned the punishment and accepted that her Master had to keep his pride and standing. Kim’s feet were still tingling when Mary prodded her to stand so they could go to the first sexcapade of the day. Kim moved gingerly. She happened to notice Helen being led in another direction. “Mare, how come Helen isn’t coming with us?” Kim asked with concerned. “To protect her Hun. That thick dick bastard will be following you around, so Sir wants to keep Helen separated from you.” Mary explained, concern in her own voice. Concern for what Kim was going to be going through. “Oh, that’s a good idea. Why should Helen have to deal with him? She’s so tiny.” Kim said in understanding, and appreciation of her Master’s protection of Helen. Upon entering the tent, Kim saw a maze of wooden walls with boards leaning against the low walls. All the boards were carved with half circles as were the low walls. Extending up the sides of the walls were slotted posts. Kim had a good idea what the slots would hold, and where parts of her body would be. Mary helped steady Kim as she sat on the wall assigned to her, her legs nestled in half moon cutouts at the knee, her bottom hanging over one side and her feet an inch or two off the ground on the other. One of the boards was slid into the slats and brought down to trap Kim’s legs. The top of the board had three half-moon cut outs and Kim quickly settled her wrists and neck in them. The second board went into the slots and came down trapping Kim’s neck and wrists. On one side of the now higher wall, Kim’s legs, wrists and head stuck through the holes. Her head at waist level of a man. On the other side, her torso and arms remained. Her ass at a level that would require a man to bend their knees to penetrate Kim in either orifice. Kim heard the wagering commence as she was locked into the wall pillory. Her wrists and head would not fit through the holes they were in, even if she were to pull her legs through the holes they poked through. It was to be another double penetration game. The only thought in Kim’s mind, was when would the short Master, with the unbelievably thick cock, fuck her ass and mouth. And Kim had no doubt he would fuck her ass for maximum pain. As soon as the bell rang to start, Kim felt a cock lung into her sex, while she opened her mouth wide for an invading cock to push down her throat. Kim gulp the cock down and did her best to squeeze her sex, trying her best to milk the two cocks and please the Masters that were using her. She soon lost count and care about how many cocks entered her, where they entered her or for how long the entered her. She gave each cock all the effort she could. She lost all thought of the Master with the thick cock, also. Right up until it was presented to her lips. Kim glanced up at the squat man that owned a cock that almost looked square because of its dimensions. “I’m Master Karl, kiss the head of my dick before I shove it in your mouth.” Master Karl commanded with a sinister grin. “Yes Sir.” Kim said politely, before pursing her lips and kissing the huge cock head. She estimated the cock to have a girth of 3 inches and not much more length than that. She knew it would never reach her throat, but would stuff her mouth as well as any inflatable gag. Karl pushed past Kim’s wide spread lips and as she expected the cock spread her lips to their full extent and puffed her cheeks out. Breathing wasn’t a problem as the cock didn’t go far enough to block the air flow through her nasal passage. Karl pumped brutally, thrusting his pelvis against Kim’s mouth, forcing her head back against the wooden planking. Kim locked eyes with the squat man and wondered why he was using her mouth instead of her ass. Each thrust caused her to blink from the force, but she returned her eye to his each time. She was completely unaware of the cocks that filled her pussy or ass while the oddly shaped cock was in her mouth. Cock after cock spewed inside her from behind, but she was oblivious of anything but the eyes of Master Karl. When he finally groaned and emptied himself into Kim’s mouth, she almost panicked. She couldn’t believe how much semen flowed from the short wide dick. She gulped as if her life depended on it, intent on not losing a drop and showing the grinning man that she could handle anything he did. Kim was ecstatic when she swallowed the last of the semen and Karl walked away, still with the grin and shooting a wink at Kim. Kim didn’t know how much time was left in the sexcapades, and she didn’t care. She felt she had won that round and proven that no other Master besides her own, was going to conquer her. Cock after cock entered Kim fore and aft, as she continued again to gulp and squeeze cocks. Her spirits were soaring as each cock was emptied into her. She began thinking about what the next contest might be, her confidence soaring with her spirits She was opening her mouth for another cock, when pain shot through her. In an instant, she knew Karl was behind her stretching her anus, bludgeoning into her rectum. Her gasp stole her voice before the cock slipped through her lips and down her throat. Tears streamed from her eyes, her fists and toes clinched tightly against the pain. Kim was late to realize that Karl had used her mouth in hopes of having an extended time in her ass after coming once already. The pain caused Kim to lose any control of her limbs and all she could do with the cock throating her was receive it. The Master before her was holding her tear streaked face while humping her throat. Two more cocks fucked her throat, while the fat, pigmy cock traumatized her anus. Kim heard the bell to end the sexcapades just as a cock spewed down her throat, but the thick dick kept pumping into her ass. He had the right to finish, Kim knew, even after the bell, it had happened many times last year. Kim wanted to scream in pain, but she was glad that she could get enough air into her lungs to voice anything more than a wheezing gasp. He head hung forward, her tears dripping to the grass. Kim heard a second bell, but the anal pounding continued, until with abruptness the cock yanked from her anus agonizingly enough to make her eyes roll back into her head for a moment. “What are you doing?” Screeched Karl. “I have the right to finish after the bell!” “The rules say you may finish in a reasonable amount of time of two minutes.” Kim heard her Master say with Authority. “I should know, I wrote the rules. The second bell sounded and you continued.” Timothy continued, first sarcastically, then threateningly. “If you ignore the rules again, you will be removed from the property and blacklisted.” Timothy added for good measure. “Alright, Alright. I didn’t hear the second bell. I’ll be sure to listen more carefully next time.” Karl said with disdain. Then he stormed off. Kim could feel gentle arms holding her body up as attendants lifted the wall planks, freeing Kim’s body. Then she felt stronger arms holding her, and she knew her Master was now holding her. As the last plank was removed, Kim felt herself lifted up into her Master’s arms and carried toward the exit. Guilt flooded Kim. She had to be carried from the tent, by her Master. The same Master that wanted Kim and Helen to be the first to be up and moving before all other slaves. Though she knew she was close to passing out, and couldn’t have stood on her own, she felt like she had let her Master down. Tears trickled from her eyes, tears of shame. Though Timothy thought they were tears of pain.
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I don’t think Kim let her Master down. She is amazing and dutiful. Your saga of this story is amazing! Thank You!
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