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27 Kim & Slaves Have a Bad Saturday

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Kim was awake early and made sure Helen was awake on time. As they showered, Karen and Beth were sent to release Lisa. Kim looked for Helen after showering, but didn’t find her in her room. Beth, Karen and Lisa were just getting out of the shower and had not seen Helen. Kim started for the kitchen, thinking she would find Helen there, but as she got to the stairs, Kim heard Helen scream in pain.
“OH GOD!” screamed Helen, followed by another pain filled scream. The screams were coming from Master Timothy’s bedroom. The door was ajar. Knowing she shouldn’t, Kim tiptoed to the door and peeked in. Timothy had lifted the tiny slave off her feet from behind. His arms hooked under Helen’s legs at the knee and His hands locked behind her neck in a full nelson.
Timothy was bucking into Helen’s pussy. Helen’s arms and legs were flopping around like she had lost motor control of them. Each deep thrust brought a scream from Helen’s lungs, her pussy lips stretched painfully, the 10 inches almost certainly ramming into her cervix.
The other slaves had heard the screams too, and came racing from their rooms. Kim turned and put a finger to her lips and held a hand up to keep them back. She tip toed back to them and filled them in. None of them were happy as they listened to Helen's cries and sobbing, but knew there was nothing they could do. Sullenly, they headed for the kitchen.
It was a quiet kitchen as they made Master Timothy’s breakfast. They weren’t even sure he would be seated in the breakfast area when it was ready, but none of them wanted to risk not having it ready. From the kitchen, they could barely hear Helen’s cries. But suddenly, they all looked at each other puzzled. Helen’s wails and screams were getting louder because they were getting closer.
“Master wouldn’t.” Said Beth incredulously, shaking her head.
“This Master would.” Lisa almost spat out. “Master would love to catch us not having his breakfast ready on time.” Helen’s cries were now coming from the breakfast area and had slowed considerably. “It seems Master has cum, just in time for his breakfast. I’ll take it out to him.”
“Kimberly, come out from the kitchen.” They all heard Timothy call.
“I guess I’ll join you at Master’s command.” Kim said with a shoulder shrug.
When Kim and Lisa came through the door to the breakfast area, Helen was in a heap behind Timothy’s chair, curled in a fetal position with her hands between her legs covering her sex. Kim and Lisa both gasped. Timothy was sitting in the chair with his cum coated cock hanging out.
“I checked, she’s not bleeding. Kimberly get under the table and clean my cock while I eat.” Timothy said, as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
“Yes Sir.” Kim said quietly, still glancing at Helen. Crawling under the table, taking her Master’s limp cock into her mouth, and swallowing the head.
“Are you ever going to serve my breakfast, Lisa?” a perturbed timothy asked.
“Of course Sir.” Lisa said as she jerked her eyes from Helen to answer.
“Take Helen upstairs to clean up. Be ready to leave with Elizabeth and Karen on time.” Timothy said as he took his first bite of toast.
“Yes Sir.” Lisa said obediently. She hurried to Helen and helped her up, and towards the stairs.
Lisa barely made it to the front hall in time to leave, or so she thought. “We’ve been waiting 5 minutes. We’ll handle this later tonight.” Timothy said as he turned to Kim, placing a hand up in Lisa’s face before she could apologize. Are your hands well enough to drive? Or should I leave Karen home and take you with us?” Timothy questioned.
“I can drive Helen and I today, Sir.” Kim said with more conviction than she felt. Timothy didn’t respond, her just turned and led the way out the door. As soon as the door closed, Kim ran upstairs to Helen’s room. Lisa had nodded up the stairs to Kim when Master couldn’t see. Kim found Helen crouched at the end of the bed, still sobbing and moaning.
“Helen, are you hurt, do you need a doctor?” Kim asked as she knelt and hugged the young slave.
“It hurts Kim. It hurts bad. I don’t know. I don’t want Master mad at me for asking for a doctor if I don’t really need it.” Helen sobbed.
“Then I’ll decide.” Kim said firmly. “Lie down in bed.” Kim tried to help Helen up, but she balked and pulled away.
“NO!” she cried. “We aren't allowed to go back to bed without permission. We have to do chores or Master will punish us.” Helen whimpered.
“Ok, ok, Sweety. Stay here. I’m calling Master." Kim left Helen and raced to Inga’s office for the phone. Kim was angry Lisa had not said anything to Master about Helen’s condition. She found Master’s cell number tucked into the blotter in Inga’s desk and dialed.
“Sir, I believe Helen needs a doctor. She…” Kim started to explain.
“I’ll call you right back.” Timothy said, cutting Kim off, and hanging up. The phone rang a long 5 minutes later.
“Sir?” Kim answered tentatively.
“Drive her to the doctor. The address is in the small phone book in the top right drawer. Leave the chores. The doctor will tell you what to do after he examines Helen.” Timothy hung up before Kim could reply.
Kim helped Helen to the car with difficulty. Her fingers tips were still sore to the touch and Helen wasn’t very cooperative, even though Kim assured her that it was Kim’s responsibility for calling their Master. Kim waited impatiently in the waiting room while Helen was examined for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, the nurse escorted Kim into the exam room.
“I’ve given her a short-term sedative. You are to go back home, do the household chores and return here in 2 ½ hours. Then we’ll see how she is then.” The doctor said quickly, then before Kim could get over her confusion at being told what to do, the doctor escorted her out of the exam room and closed the door.
With no other apparent choice, Kim rushed home and did the chores as quickly and efficiently as she could. She knew Lisa could do the morning chores alone and still get to the shop on time. Kim challenged herself to do the same as Lisa. She gave no thought to the shop, only getting the chores done and getting back to Helen. Kim was quite confident Lisa, Beth and Karen could handle a Saturday’s business now just as well as they had before she and Helen had become slaves.
Kim was led into the exam room right on time. She was confident she had completed the morning’s chores for the day satisfactorily. Beth was sitting up and smiling, though Kim didn’t know why. The doctor gave Kim new instructions and some news.
“I’ve talked to this Timothy fellow, I can’t say I like him, but Inga left him in charge, so I will trust his judgement. You are to take Beth home and let her rest for the day, but both of you are to be prepared to meet Timothy in the foyer when he returns home tonight. Tomorrow, the shop will be closed, so that you and the other girls can welcome Inga home from the hospital.” The doctor said in a rambling tone. Kim gasped and smiled, now knowing why Helen was smiling.
“Don’t get too excited.” The doctor said putting up his hands. “Inga is going home against my judgement and her Cardiologists. She’ll have a private nurse, at least for as long as the nurse can put up with Inga.” The doctor complained. He knew Inga well and knew she would not listen to anyone and would do what she pleased. And make caring for her hell for the nurse.
Kim thanked the doctor profusely, helped Kim off the exam table, and it was off to home. Helen filled Kim in about her condition. There was no damage, but she was bruised a bit and vaginal sex was forbidden by the doctor for a week. He would check her the middle of next week. Helen was as excited as Kim for Mistress’ return home, whether she was 100% healthy or not.
Kim couldn’t keep Helen to her bed once Kim said she was going to clean up Mistress’ room. That was usually a Monday chore, But Kim thought it would be better to get it done today, not only to prepare the room for her Mistress, but so that Mistress wouldn’t be disturbed Monday morning by the dusting and vacuuming. Kim kept a sharp eye on Helen as they went about cleaning the large bedroom.
The 2 slaves chatted about why Master wanted them in the foyer when he returned. It couldn’t be to tell them about Mistress Inga’s return, the doctor said Master instructed him to tell Kim and Helen. Maybe he was going to apologize for the treatment he had been giving Mistress’ slaves, now that she was returning, and returning sooner than expected.
As instructed, when Timothy walked in the foyer that night, Kim and Helen were there waiting. When Lisa, Beth and Karen got in and the door was closed, Timothy spoke two words.
“Everyone, Dungeon.” Timothy’s tone, was like a flogger lash. Kim and Helen dropped their shoulders. Lisa looked skyward behind Timothy’s back, while Beth and Karen hung their heads. Timothy led the way, never looking back at the 5 slaves following in worry.
It didn’t take long for timothy to have all 5 slaves strip and get them suspended by their wrists, lined up in the center of the dungeon, their toes all off the floor. They were each about 2 feet apart. Timothy bound their ankles tightly. And stepped around in front of the slaves.
“Elizabeth, I’ll get to your ass fucking in a little while.” The thought crossed Kim’s mind that Karen must have had to deep throat Timothy sometime during the day at the shop. Master had fucked Helen in the morning.
“Why are we down here, you may be wondering. Lisa, you didn’t inform me of Helen needing a doctor. Kimberly, it took you far too long to call me. Helen, you should have informed me yourself you needed to see a doctor. A slave should report possible injury to their Master or Mistress IMMEDIATELY!” Said an angry Master. “Karen, Elizabeth and Lisa, I KNOW you were able to work the shop before Kim and Helen started. Did you FORGET how? The three of you kept telling me how much customer traffic has slowed, but your performance today could not have handled more traffic. You pleaded with me to stay on the sales floor to make the customers feel more comfortable asking for demonstrations. You made me stand out there for NOTHING.” Timothy was ranting. Pacing in front of the slaves.
When his back was turned, Kim looked at Lisa, a question in her eyes. Lisa mouthed one word. “Lying”. Lisa thought Master was making excuses to get all 5 slaves down to the dungeon one last time before Mistress came home.
“That is why you are all down here for punishment.” Timothy stated flatly, taking a deep breath to compose himself. He picked up a flogger and began. He didn’t single out any slave, but kept them off guard by lashing them randomly. From the shoulders to the soles of their feet from behind, then from their breasts to their ankles in front, he lashed. Each lash that landed drew a scream, wail or cry of pain. Tears flowed from five sets of eyes. In between lashes, sobbing and whimpering were precursors to the next scream, wail or cry. Helen being the shortest of the five had the lashes overlap on her body.
With their ankles bound, the slaves couldn’t kick out their legs. All they could do was dangle from the cables above and receive the lashes helplessly. They all had the same hope, though none of them realized it. The hope that Master’s right arm would tire. If any of the slaves looked at their tormentor’s face, they saw total concentration. A set jaw, but a slight joyful grin. Timothy breathed evenly through his nose. It seemed flogging five slaves was an effortless task for the man.
Master Timothy kept swinging the flogger for 3 hours, slightly more than 30 minute per slave. It was well after midnight when he cast the flogger aside. He applied aloe to the five sobbing and whimpering slaves, not concerned with gentleness. He set a chair in front of Beth, lowered her until she was draped over the back of her chair, then without bothering to untie her ankles, he forced his way into Beth’s bowels. Beth’s cries from the flogging intensified. Timothy was thrusting fiercely, the extended flogging session had aroused him greatly. It took only 10 minutes to erupt inside Beth’s rectum. He pulled out of Beth’s ass roughly, went and washed himself, then raised Beth back off her feet with the rest of the slaves.
When he was done, her strode to the elevator and left the dungeon. A minute later, the lights went out. The five slaves, though all wanted to talk, were too worn out. One by one, they all stopped whimpering or sobbing as they fell asleep. All hoping their Mistress would seek some sort of retribution from Master Timothy. And most of all, a return to normalcy, both at home and at the shop.

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