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29 Kim and Helen's New Beginning part 3 Story in comments REMEMBER, THIS IS FICTION AND FANTASY. ITIS OVER THE TOP. IT IS NOT WHAT I OR MOST SANE DOMINANTS WOULD DO.  |
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Helen was already in the slave “dining” area. A corner of the kitchen with a wooden table and low wooden benches on each side that required the slave to kneel. Kim saw that Helen’s fore arms were encased in a leather binder, and she didn’t seem happy about it. Helen’s groom sat in a chair at the far end of the table. Helen’s leash handle was hooked to the wall behind Helen Kim was led to the opposite side of the table, where Mary instructed her to kneel while she hooked the end of Kim’s leash to the wall behind Kim. Mary sat at the near end of the table in a chair. Kim leaned towards Mary to ask a question, unsure if it was allowed. “Can Helen and I speak here?” Kim asked in a whisper. Mary looked at Pam at the far end of the table with a raised eyebrow. Pam nodded consent. “Yes you may. Helen is under no voice restrictions. And you never have to whisper when speaking to me. You can always speak freely to me. The kitchen is also a free to speak area unless you are instructed otherwise.” Mary informed Kim. “Thanks Mary.” Kim said with a smile. She turned to Helen with concern in her eyes. “Helen, what’s the matter? Why are your arms restrained?” “It was decided I would learn to balance walking on my toes faster this way.” Sighed Helen, giving Pam the side eye. Kim ducked her head to try and hide a smile. “Has it been that bad, Sweety?” Kim asked sympathetically. “No, it hasn’t.” Helen confessed with another sigh. “Nothing difficult being bathed like a mutt at a pet shop. The mani and pedi was nice. But the cavity probe and teeth inspection were a bit humiliating. “I know Sweety. It will seem normal soon. It is pretty strange not being able to do anything for ourselves. Having my teeth brushed for me is going to take getting used to. Kim said cheerfully, trying to cheer up Helen. But Helen’s eyes widened in disbelief. “She’s going to brush my teeth for me?” Helen said incredulously. “Oops, I guess I shouldn’t have spilled the beans.” Kim giggled. Helen just looked skyward. “I know what you mean about feeling like a dog. Especially when your leg gets lifted to wash you. I wanted to start barking. WOOF! WOOF!” Kim said in jest. But it got Helen giggling too. Even Mary had to cover her mouth to cover a laugh. Pam just sat shaking her head. “Pam, did Helen behave badly? Oh, am I allowed to talk to Pam freely too?” Kim asked Mary, thinking she may have made a mistake talking to Pam. “You can talk just as freely to me as you can with Mary.” Pam answered before Mary could. “Helen just needs to believe that I am doing what, I believe, is in her best interest.” Pam said, looking at Helen and not Kim. “I can believe that and not like it, Pam.” Helen said in sincerity. “This is all totally different for us. I need time to adjust, that’s all.” “And it’s my responsibility to help you adjust as quickly as possible, so we can both meet Mr. Timothy’s expectations.” Pam explained. Kim sensed that Pam had repeated that same phrase a few time already to Helen. “Lighten up, Pam, She’s just a kid. Cut her some slack.” Mary said, giving a wink at Helen. “I’ll cover my ass, my way.” As soon as she said the words, Pam regretted them, and she eyed Kim and Helen warily. “She’s my responsibility, and I’ll take care of her my way unless Mr. Timothy says different.” Pam said, rephrasing her original statement. From her conversation with Mary earlier, Kim had a good idea what Pam meant by “covering her ass”. Mary exchanged a knowing look with Kim. Dinner was bland chicken, vegetables and fruit. Kim and Helen looked at each other across the table and thought the same thing. “Looks like our days of ordering take out are over.” Helen said wryly. “Ya, I think you’re right, Sweety.” Kim grinned back. Helen’s arms were released by Pam so she could eat on her own. “Thank you, Pam.” Helen said gratefully. “If you promise to try harder to keep your arms behind your back, I’ll leave the binder off.” Pam said grudgingly. Looking at Mary with her arms spread slightly as if asking if that was OK. “You’re ok, Pam, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” Mary said before taking a bite of fruit. Pam grinned slightly and began to eat. “Will Kim and I ever be able to talk alone?” Helen asked as she ate some bland chicken. “Is there any salt?” She added “Salt is unhealthy. Mr. Timothy won’t have it in the house.” Pam said. “I know the food needs it. It’s best to eat the fruit last, leaves a better taste in your mouth after dinner.” She added with a wink. Kim felt Pam was loosening up a little. “At least one of you will always be attending your Master.” Mary said. Kim noticed she didn’t call him Tim in front of Pam. “If you are both attending him, you might get a chance to talk. But alone time talking? Not unless it’s granted by your Master.” Mary said with a shake of her head. After dinner, it was still early enough for Mary to take Kim on a tour of the outside of the estate. Kim still had to walk on her toes. There were special walkways of fine sand for the salves to travel the estate without having to walk on gravel, pavement or the riding trails. Master didn’t want his salve’s feet cut up by something sharp. Kim had to pick her way carefully when they got to the stables and had to leave the sand track. “Will we get to ride the horses?” Kim asked as she stroked the neck of a mare at one of the many stalls. “Tim sometimes rides with a slave beside him. Sometimes she is even upright with the reins in her hands.” Grinned Mary. When Kim showed a confused look, Mary led her to the tack room. “There are times a slave will be bound and draped over Tim’s saddle, for a spanking as he rides. Other times she’ll be draped over a separate horse. I was once tied under the belly of a gelding for Tim’s ride.” Kim looked confused at that. “My wrists and ankles were tied over the top of the gelding, I was underneath.” Mary explained, enjoying the fearful look in Kim’s eyes. “Sometimes, Tim just wants to show his slave off to the estate personnel.’ Mary said as she opened the tack room door. “Then he mounts the salve on these.” Mary showed Kim a saddle with an upright bar mounted on the rear of the saddle, with a crossbar about a foot from the top. “Your arms go over the crossbar and are tied to your ankles. Your head is strapped to the upright bar. Not a comfortable ride, but it displays you well. Over there is the cart with the same bar, except it has a lower crossbar also…” “Let me guess, it’s about where my knees are and my ankles are pulled up behind the lower crossbar and tied to my wrists?” Kim guess. “Look at you, thinking along with the sadistic Master.” Grinned Mary. “He hooks the cart to the back of a lawn tractor and pulls you all over the estate for show, fun and games.” Kim gave Mary a questioning stare. “Don’t ask, I won’t tell you. Some things he wants to be a surprise.” “Do you play tennis?” Mary asked as they walked by the tennis courts. “I tried, can’t serve and can’t handle a ball traveling fast.” Giggled Kim. “Too bad, you’ll just be a target for Tim, then.” Mary said. Kim stared wide-eyed at her groom. “Ya, tennis balls hurt like a bitch too. But you are allowed to try and dodge them.” Mary offered with a shrug. As they walked, Kim spotted a large frame in the middle of a lawn. “I don’t want to know what that is, do I?” Kim asked worriedly. When Mary stayed silent, Kim prodded her. “Ok, so tell me.” “That’s where he either stakes out a slave or puts them up on the frame spread eagle.” Mary informed Kim. Kim wanted to cover her face, but since she had to keep her arms folded behind her, she could only frown and deal with her belly doing flip-flops. “Anything else that might keep me awake nights?” Kim asked, only half joking. “There’s a trilogy of books on your nightstand.” Mary started. “The beauty Series, I’ve read them a few times.” Kim confirmed, cutting Mary off. “He doesn’t do everything in the books, but he does enough.” Mary said flatly, obviously, she hadn’t like what Master had done from the books when she had been a slave. “Some of it I look forward to, actually.” Kim said pleasantly. “He’ll paddle or flog you in front of the entire staff on a platform, so they can all see clearly. He’ll put you out for the use of his staff when it suits him. None of them compare with his cock size, he would hire them if they were bigger, but after a couple of dozen have at you, I’ll have a hell of a time getting you back together. A few restraint punishments come right out of the book. He isn’t into pony play, though. You don’t have to worry about special boots, lifting your knees and pulling carriages in a harness at least.” Mary said, resentment strong in her voice and on her face. “Honestly? I think the charity Gala gangbang I went through, prepared me for most of that.” Kim said quietly, sensing Mary’s mood. "Then you are a better slave than I was.” Mary said softly. Kim wanted to give her groom a hug, but since using her arms was not allowed, she gave Mary a bump with her hip and said, “AWWW, I bet you say that to all the new slaves.” When Mary looked at her with a smile, Kim batted her eyelashes at her new friend and caretaker. A maid came running up the path to Mary and handed her a note, then just as hurriedly left. Mary opened the note and read it quickly. “Our presence is required in the dungeon. I hope you are ready for this, Hun.” Mary said, not looking at Kim, already leading Kim back to the mansion. “I guess Master wants to make up for lost time.” Kim answered flatly. “Like Helen keeps saying. I have no place else to go.” Kim added, resigning herself to whatever was to come. Mary stayed silent. It was a winding marble staircase that led to the dungeon. Kim was allowed to walk flatfooted coming down the stairs. Going up, would be a different story. Nearing the bottom, Kim heard more footfalls above. She guessed that would be Helen and Pam. Kim was stunned by the immensity of the dungeon. Kim thought the Gala had every fixture that could be used to bind a slave to. She was so wrong. There were fixtures here she couldn’t guess the use of. There was even an honest to God Medieval rack. Kim shuddered, but continued following Mary into the center of the immense dungeon. Mary had warned her to keep silent unless there was something physically wrong. Kim heard Helen gasp when she got to the bottom of the stairs. Master Timothy strode into the center of the dungeon from a far corner. He tossed leather arm binders to Pam and Mary and without a word, they placed them on Helen and Kim. Then he rolled a platform into the center of the dungeon. Mary and Pam led Kim and Helen onto the platform and place the two slaves on their knees. Master approached the platform carrying a rechargeable drill. Kim had seen this before. In a few minutes, Kim’s and Helen’s ankles and top of their calves were bolted to the floor via a strip of metal over their legs and ankles. The slaves had their heads pushed down until their collars were locked to chains from each side running to an upright pipe. “Mary, Pam, I promised you increased participation when I found my next slave.” Timothy stated. “Here is your first chance. Initiation night. What would you like to do with my new slaves?” Mary and Pam looked at each other with questions in their eyes. “What’s the matter, didn’t this day would come? Never thought about what you would do to a slave down here?” Timothy asked sarcastically. Mary and Pam still stayed silent. “Well, you could flog them real good, not just the 25 lashes you are normally allowed. You could cover their whole back with lashes until your arm was too tired to swing. No? You could put on a strap on and fuck them until they screamed?” Timothy sighed impatiently. “Fine, I’ll decide today. Remove your shorts and let them eat you to an orgasm. You’ll find they are both superb at it.” Mary and Pam hesitated. “Now!” Timothy said firmly. Mary stood before Kim and Pam before Helen and took their shorts off over their tennis shoes. “Oh, switch slaves.” Timothy added as he moved behind Kim and Helen and lifted two floggers. A minute after Kim and Helen began tonguing each other’s groom’s pussy and clit, Timothy let loose an ambidextrous pair of strokes of the floggers on the two slave’s asses. Kim and Helen shrieked, but Mary and Pam both took hold of the slave’s heads and pushed their pussies into the slave’s faces. It didn’t take long for both Kim and Helen to be sobbing and whimpering. Their tears flowing down their cheeks. But they persisted in their efforts, using their tongues and lips to pleasure the two grooms. Helen and Kim didn’t know it, but Mary and Pam had been horny for weeks with not relief. When Kim took Pam’s clit into her lips and sucked while flicking at the nub with her tongue, the groom exploded in orgasm, squirting cum on Kim’s face. Kim continued her sucking and flicking, though she was also whimpering and crying. Helen was having much the same success with Mary. She darted her tongue as far as she could inside Mary’s pussy, licking the insides, before sliding her tongue up to Mary’s clit and then virtually inhaling Mary’s swollen clit into her mouth. Mary’s knees buckled as waves of intense pleasure coursed through her. As Kim and Helen persisted with their sucking, Pam lifted herself onto her toes and cried out in ecstasy, While Mary crouched and thrust into Helen’s face, her tiny, swollen nub slightly sliding between Helen's tight-lipped grip. Vertical swings of the floggers brought painful lashes against Kim’s and Helen’s tender thighs. They scream involuntarily and let the clits slip from their lips. The grooms fell back a step with weak knees. Both extremely satisfied and spent. Timothy took two mighty swipes at each slave’s soles, drawing louder screams from each slave, before tossing the floggers to Mary and Pam. “Put these away and take a seat in the corner after putting your pants on.” Timothy instructed. Both grooms said, “Yes Sir.” grabbed their shorts and moved away. Timothy whistled shrilly. And in seconds, thirty black servants were lined up, fifteen in front of each slave. “Fifteen loads to swallow, fifteen loads in your cunts, since Kimberly’s ass needs time to recover.” Helen was shaking in horror. She had never had sex with a black man. Her parents had always warned her never to have sex with a black man, that they would rip her apart inside. Kim had been through this during her initiation and at the Gala. She opened her mouth and took the first black cock deep into her throat when the man thrust. Helen, on the other hand, could barely open her mouth. The man’s cock had to force her lips open before thrusting into her throat. Helen began thrashing as best she could in terror, but it didn’t matter. She couldn’t go anywhere, and the man enjoyed her distress. Kim had noticed Helen’s panic and when both cocks pulled out of their mouths and the men moved around behind them. Kim spoke quickly to Helen. “It’s Ok, Helen, just like initiation at Mistress Inga’s.” Kim couldn’t say anything else because of the next cock that drove into her throat, while the first cock speared her pussy from behind. Hearing Kim’s voice, the words sinking in, calmed Helen enough that she moved her eyes over the men waiting to fuck her. As she took the next cock into her throat, she realized that none of the men had a cock nearly as imposing as her Masters. After that knowledge came to her, she sighed and relaxed. Though the men were all rough, trying to make Kim and Helen cry and scream, nothing they did was as brutal as Master Timothy’s cock. Sure they caused the slaves to grunt, occasionally choke and gag. But Kim and Helen could handle whatever they did. It was the quantity of semen they had to swallow that was difficult. These men seemed to have bottomless wells of sperm when they pulsed down the slave’s throats. The two slaves had no way of knowing Timothy had chosen these men for that precise reason. When the last man sprayed his load into the slaves and the slave’s pussies were dripping cum down their thighs, the thirty men left the dungeon. Timothy clapped his hands twice. “Pam! Mary!” The two grooms came running. “Prepare them.” Timothy said as he walked further into the dungeon. Kim and Helen had a leather strip knotted in their hair. The grooms pulled the slave’s heads back severely and tied the strips of leather off around the leather arm binders. Kim and Helen had their throats stretched, and their mouths had to stay open. They both heard something being wheeled closer. As it got closer, they saw clear containers with a funnel type rubber nozzle at the bottom. Timothy moved the table holding the containers before Kim and Helen and slid the ends of the funnels into his slave’s mouths. The nozzle went far back into their mouths to just before their throats. There was a clip just above their mouths, pinching the funnel end closed. Kim didn’t like the looks of the fluid in the clear containers. “This is the final part of your initiation.” Timothy said gleefully. “Before you, collected just today, is a gallon each of our best stallion sperm.” Kim closed her eyes in disbelief. Helen began whimpering and crying. “It is illegal to have you get this from the source, not to mention dangerous if the stallion starts to thrust. So, I have had it collected for you to swallow. It will not flow freely down your throat. I had this rig custom-made to pump the sperm into your mouth. I expect you both to swallow every drop. If you spill a drop, you will spend the rest of the night here in the dungeon and stay here until morning.” With that, Timothy removed the clamps from the nozzles and pulled them a bit further from the slave’s throats until the nozzles rested on the slave’s tongues, but too far back to spit out. “The better to taste it.” Kim thought to herself. She could already taste traces of the sperm leaking from the nozzle. It was ghastly, thought Kim. Helen was already gagging and choking. Timothy used duct tape to seal the nozzle in Helen’s mouth and her lips closed to prevent Helen coughing or spitting any out of her mouth. When the first pulse pumped into Kim’s mouth, she wanted to puke. But she swallowed the reflex along with the horse cum. Helen struggled, but had no choice but to swallow. Master stroked her throat and pinched her nose until she did gulp down the pulse she was holding in her cheeks. It took over forty-five minutes for the containers to empty into the slave’s bellies. As soon as their Master removed the nozzles from the slave’s mouths. The grooms shoved pump gags into their mouths, tightened the straps and pumped the inflator until both slave’s cheeks were bloated. Even if they wanted to puke the horse cum out, there was nowhere for it to go. The drill released the slave’s legs and their collars were unchained from the poles. The grooms helped their own slave to her knees and snapped the leash on her collar. Timothy had disappeared. Kim and Helen were helped to their feet. “Remember, walk on your toes.” Mary said as a warning. Kim breathed heavily through her nose. She was unsteady standing flatfooted, but she nodded her understanding. Kim looked down and saw that her belly was distended from swallowing so much cum. She had to tip her hat to Master. She was now sure Master knew how much cum those men would deposit into his slave’s bellies. Master was a calculating sadist as well as a brutal sadist. “Whenever you are ready. There is no rush, get your feet under you.” Pam added sympathetically. Both grooms, recalled their initiation vividly, but in no way fondly. “You’ve both done the hard part.” Mary said consolingly. This time it was Helen that nodded. Then she rose up on her toes and stepped toward the stairs out of the dungeon. Kim watched with pride, as the tiny slave stepped slowly up onto the first step. Kim followed behind Helen, ready to break her fall if Helen slipped or collapsed. Both slaves made it to the top of the stairs. Kim moved to Helen and placed her head on Helen’s shoulder. Helen did the same. It was as close as they could get to a hug with the arm binders still wrapped tightly on their fore arms. Mary and Pam allowed the embraced for a couple of minutes before giving a gentle, simultaneous tug on the leashes. Kim went one way, and Helen the other. In the grooming area, Mary sat Kim on the toilet, then strapped Kim’s legs and body to the fixture, so she couldn’t fall off. “I hate to tell you this, but that’s where you are sleeping tonight.” Mary said apologetically. Kim nodded, too fatigued to care. “Pam and I are proud of both of you. We’ve seen slaves demand their release instead of swallow that, or after they swallowed it. He didn’t say anything, but I saw the satisfaction he had for both of you.” Mary said with genuine pride and praise. Kim nodded her understanding, then nodded at Mary and nodded towards the door and Mary’s room. “Hell no Hun. We’re in this night together. So are Pam and Helen.” Mary assured Kim. Then Mary strapped Kim’s head to a plank mounted on the toilet lid. She gave Helen a gentle kiss on the head. “You go to sleep, I’ll be here watching out for you.” Mary sat in a chair in front of Kim and folded her arms across her chest, after stroking the inside of Kim’s thighs, right up to Kim’s labia. Kim looked into Mary’s eyes and gave her a wink, then closed her eyes and nodded off.
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This is entirely out of sight! You Sir, have quite the imagination! Horse sperm? Eeeeyuck!
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I had to stop reading......
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