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58 Kim and Sunday Carnival part 1 Story in the comments (Sorry it took so long)  |
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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’s Saturday night was sleepless. Before she could be bathed by Mary, the Doctor had to examine her anus. He showed great concern for the damage Karl had inflicted. Kim was in a lot of pain, but no strong medication could be given to her if she were to stay in the contests. After being bathed, Kim laid on the massage table so Mary could apply generous amounts of aloe lotion and hydrocortisone. It was already past midnight and the first punishments of slave that didn’t advance to the Sunday Carnival contests would start at 9am. That meant Kim needed to be up at her normal 7am for bathing and grooming so she would be in attendance at the punishment, just as all slaves were required to be. She needed sleep and rest. The first contest of the day would follow the punishments. And sleep and rest was nearly impossible to achieve. Every movement of her body was agonizing. She just couldn’t get comfortable. Finally, about 3am, she asked Mary to chain her face down on the bed. The chains kept Kim from moving around, but there was still plenty of pain to keep her from sleeping well. In the morning, Kim was moving very gingerly. Mary was careful bathing and grooming her, and didn’t scold Kim when she dozed off during grooming. When they got downstairs, and stepped outside to walk to the Carnival, they were met by Timothy. “You don’t look like you are walking very well Kim.” Timothy stated the obvious, with concern. “I’ll be fine Master, I just need to loosen up. I’m a bit stiff.” Answered Kim, with a faint smile. She knew her Master was testing her. “If you can’t compete, I will understand. It was unfair what happened to you.” The statement was uttered with total sincerity by Timothy. He was still enraged at what he had discovered, and blamed himself for Kim’s unnecessary pain. “I can go on Master. If I can’t, I will be honest and tell you, or Mary. I won’t deceive you Master.” Kim said, holding her head high and in a voice of assurance. “Very well. But…” Timothy agreed, then faltered as he started to say something further, as Florence and Helen joined the group. “You were saying Master?” Kim asked, quizzically. “Nothing. It doesn’t matter. I know you won’t deceive me and you will do your best. That’s all I ever ask of you.” Timothy said, almost in haste. “Florence, Could you proceed with Kim and Helen? I need to speak with Mary for a second. She’ll catch up before you get to the Carnival gates.” He added solemnly. “Of Course Sir.” Florence said simply, taking Kim’s leash and leading the two slave away. “Yes Sir?” Mary asked hesitantly, having no idea what Timothy wanted. “Don’t press Kim on her posture and grace. Everyone knows what she’s been through and why.” Instructed and explained Timothy. “I understand Sir. You know she’ll try anyway, Sir.” Mary acknowledged and then explained. “I know she will. Just don’t push it. She’s earned a break. And keep a close eye on her. She’ll tell us when she can’t go further, but, she’ll wait until she’s half passed out before she does. I don’t want it to go that far.” Explained the most Sadistic man on the east coast, maybe the eastern half of the country. “Of course Sir, I always do.” Assured Mary, then she ran off to catch up with Kim. Of the original one hundred laves entered into the contests, Fifty nine now stood on the punishment tower waiting for their flogging, for failing to move on the Sundays contests. Like the other forty one slaves that would compete that day, Kim and Helen looked up and watched as each of the slaves, in groups of four received twenty five brutal lashes. When the last of the slaves had finished and the yelps and screams had floated away, Kim looked around at the other slaves that qualified for Sunday’s contests. She wondered how many of them knew what the prize was for winning. Now it was off to the first contest of the day and the chance to qualify for the semifinals on Monday. Mary had fallen in line behind slaves heading for the contest location, with Kim training behind her on her leash. As they got to the field, Kim heard gasps and moans from the slaves in front of her, but she couldn’t see what the fuss was about yet. But soon she saw for herself. Twenty wooden platforms were laid out. Each with two unlit votive candles placed next to each other on each platform. Very quickly, the slaves had their arms folded behind them and strapped into a forearm binder. They all faced a low wall adjacent to the platforms with the candles right behind their heels. Their ankles were roped tightly together to prevent them shifting around or lifting on foot to rest. As the slaves waited for the wagering to be concluded. They all tried to mentally prepare themselves for what was obviously to come. Instead of standing in a bucket of ice, as they had the day before, they would stand on their toes with the candles burning beneath their heels. The last slaves standing would advance to the semifinals. None of the slaves looked confident, some were downright frightened. Except Kim, and probably Helen wherever she was competing. They had both be trained to walk on their toes for hours. They had also stood on their toes with their heels over a trigger that would give them an electrical shock if they lowered their heels. Kim wasn’t planning on lowering her heels and getting them singed by the flame, or maybe even having her heels come down into the melted and red hot wax. When the gun fired to start, all the slaves lifted up onto their toes. Attendants quickly lit the candles and slid them under each slave’s heels. As soon as Kim got up on her toes, she was hit by pain in her sore, tormented anus. The muscles of her ass were tensed as much as her calves were by lifting onto her toes, and the domino effect of muscle tension went straight for her anus. Kim grimaced in pain, that none of the other slaves felt. She wanted to close her eyes to the pain, but dared not risk losing her equilibrium with her eyes closed. Sweat started pouring from her brow. She could see Mary nearby looking on in concern. When their eyes met, Mary mouthed “I’m sorry”, just as Timothy strode up beside her. Kim gave a short nod of her head to acknowledge Mary, but quickly turned her concentration to staying on her toes. What should have been an easy task, had become excruciating. A howl down the line to her left, startled Kim slightly, as a slave hopped away from the candles she had come in contact with, then fell to the grass off the platform. She would have to hope to do better in the remaining two Sunday contests if she wanted to advance to the semis and not be relegated to the punishment tower. Another slave screamed and fell straight to the platform. Another slave wailed, but lifted herself back onto her toes rather than fall. Kim hadn’t thought of that. If the pain got too bad, and she lowered her heels, she was determined to lift back up, no matter how bad her sphincter pained her. Two more slaves crumbled to the ground in tears of pain. The minutes dragged on. Fifteen minutes in six slaves were eliminated. Twenty minutes in it was nine slaves. At thirty minutes in, there were 7 slaves left. Kim’s claves were holding steady, but her upper body was failing. She was having a hard time standing straight, her balance threatened. But somehow she kept on her toes. Two more slaves failed. One dropping to her knees, the other falling backwards on her arms after her heels mashed into the candles and hot wax. At the forty minute mark, four slaves were left. They would all qualify for the semis. Kim knew this, but was desperately holding on her toes. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her Master waving his hand in front of his chest. When she looked his way, he mouthed two words. “Go Down” Kim was in disbelief. She looked quizzically at her Master. Another slave fell off the platform. This time Timothy mouthed three words. “Fall Down NOW.” There was no mistaking the words, the intensity, or that it was a command. Tears fell from Kim’s eyes as she hopped away from the candle flames and she lowered herself to a flatfooted stance. Mary was beside her in a flash, cutting the rope from her ankles. “Why Mary?” Kim asked in a hoarse whisper from pain. “Didn’t tell me. But you qualified for tomorrow. You didn’t need to keep going and making you asshole worse.” Mary said, deducing timothy’s intent. Kim didn’t hear the other slaves finally give in. Mary already had her walking to the care tent. Kim hung her head in shame, sure she could have held on and won. Not only had two slaves beaten her, her own Master had commanded her to let them.
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Slave stay on your toes or else😵🔥😥... Not a contest I want a part in EEEEK😵
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Wow, seriously intense contest. Pretty sure I couldn’t win it.
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Nope, I couldn't do it
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8/29/2022 6:58 am |
Nope, I couldn't do it
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8/29/2022 7:01 am |
Slave stay on your toes or else😵🔥😥... Not a contest I want a part in EEEEK😵
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Wow, seriously intense contest. Pretty sure I couldn’t win it.
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