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SO NOW ALT IS CENSORING COMMENTS WITHOUT GIVING REASON Kim was left tied to the fence for the night. Timothy collected Helen and led her back to the mansion. Loudly, so Kim could hear, Timothy instructed Mary to go to bed herself. Kim was to be left own her own. Kim was wracked with guilt. She knew that she would go through with the branding. She had no doubt about that, no matter how much it terrified her. But Helen. Helen didn’t deserve to be branded. It was all Kim’s fault for running her mouth. Helen could say no. But what would Master do if she did? Would he make her leave? Would he destroy any chance Helen had of being a slave, as he vowed he would for Kim? Kim’s guilt kept her awake, no matter her exhaustion. There had been no soothing ointment for her anus, no consoling from Mary. Kim wondered if Mary was able to sleep, or was she thinking about Kim. Every noise, sent a shot of panic through Kim, though she had no strength to raise her head and look around. She heard pitter-patter of small animals, snorting of the horses in the stable and in the pasture. The hoot of a barn owl got a flinch from Kim. Flies buzzed incessantly, some she felt landing on her ass and crawling around her puckered hole and pussy. Kim had been bound with her head facing Helen outside the fence and Kim’s ass inside the fence and pasture. Close to dawn, she heard hoof beats nearing her at a walk. The horse’s wet nose pushed at her rear cheeks, sniffing and snorting. Kim tensed and pulled at her bonds. It was too hard to look over her shoulder, so Kim just looked between her legs. All she could see in the dim light of predawn, were four horse legs. That took a step forward. Kim felt what she just knew was a horse cock slide over her back. A shudder ran through Kim. And she tried to tell the horse to go away. “GO AWAY! GET OUT OF HERE!” She stated firmly, but not loudly, not wanting to spook the horse. The horse to a half step back and the cock head nudge Kim’s anal crack. Kim moved her ass to the side as far as she could, but the horse sidestepped and the flat head of the cock bumped Kim’s ass cheeks again. Kim tried to duck her ass lower, but her position over the cross-beam prevented that. Again, the horse seemed to push against her butt crack, but the cock popped up and slid over Kim’s back. “Jesus,” Kim gasped, ”If that thing gets inside me, it’ll tear me apart inside.” Kim kept trying to shoo the animal away, her voice getting louder unconsciously as she got more frightened. The stallion was persistent though and kept moving to get behind Kim’s ass. The next push sent the cock downward and under Kim’s body. The erection sliding up between her legs over her belly and actually lifting her feet off the ground. Kim was panic king now. She began calling for help, pulling at the ropes frantically. Each time she felt the cock head touch her butt, she clinched her cheeks against a thrust. The stud was getting frustrated too. He was snorting, his front hoof digging at the ground. Another push by the stallion spread Kim’s ass cheeks, the wide, flat cock head pushed against Kim’s anus hard, then flopped over her back again. The horse reared back then, prancing on jittery legs. Something had spooked him and he finally trotted away. Kim breathed a long sigh of relief. “Was that planned? Would Master really allow that?” Thought Kim. She slumped over the rail, looking back between her legs in case the stallion returned. The light got brighter, the estate was coming to life. Dawn broke, and men started working, but no one paid any attention to the naked bound slave next to the stable. Kim would have given them a damn good blow job if they’d offered her something to drink. But she doubted any of them could be tempted to cross her Master, their employer. And if she tried to entice them, or even ask them for water, they’d report it to Master and there would be a price to pay. But Hell, could it be worse than getting branded? Kim had to wait, and wait, but her Master finally arrived, with Mary in tow. Timothy himself began untying Kim. “Does Master always allow his horses to fuck his slaves?” Kim asked, venom in her voice. She didn’t care if her Master liked her tone or not. Mary gasped audibly in shock. At what Kim said, not her tone. “What did you say?” Timothy asked, shock written all over his face. Kim hadn’t seen him look like this before. “One of Master’s stallions tried to fuck me like a mare. Is that clearer, Master?” Kim’s insolent tone was overwhelming. Timothy looked at the ground and saw the hoof marks, stood and turned to the stables. “JOHNSON!” he bellowed. A young horse wrangler came running from the stables. Before he could say a word, Timothy grabbed him by the throat. “Were you where I told you to be and doing what I told you to do all night?” Hissed Timothy. Kim was craning her neck to watch what was happening. Timothy loosened his grip on the man’s throat so he could speak. “Well…Ya… Of course.” He stammered. “Then how the fuck did a one of the horses try to fuck my slave if you were watching?” Timothy shouted in the man’s face, his anger overflowing. “Well… Everything was fine… I… I might have, you know, nodded off.” The man said sheepishly. A right upper cut to the gut, doubled the young man over. A second right uppercut, this time to the jaw, sent the man sprawling into the dirt on his back. “Get the hell off the estate. If I ever see you again, you’ll end up in the hospital, you stupid son of a bitch.” Timothy shouted. The young man got up and ran to the parking area. Timothy returned to Kim and untied her. “That’s on me. I take responsibility for the actions of my staff.” Timothy told Kim as he untied her from the fence. “I’ll make that up to you at a later date.” He added as he lifted Kim to her feet and through the fence. “Would Master consider not branding Helen to make it up to me?” Kim asked firmly, staring her Master in the eye. “No. It’s too late for that. She still has the choice to say no, as do you.” Timothy said, before taking Kim by the arm and pulling her into the stable, then the blacksmith’s. Kim found herself strapped down tightly to a wooden litter, her arms held by the familiar forearm binder. Straps held each ankle, below the knee and at the top of her thighs. More straps held her down above her hips, the middle of her torso and under her arms pits. She couldn’t move a muscle. She was breathing fast, fear growing inside her at what was coming. She looked up when she heard footsteps and saw Helen led in on her leash, the arm binder already holding her arms behind her back. Helen was lifted onto a second litter and strapped down identically to Kim. Their heads were a foot apart and they looked into each other’s eyes. Kim with guilt, Helen in confusion and fear. With a clang, their Master brought a branding iron down before their eyes. It was cold steel, not heated, and read “T.I.E.D.”. “Timothy Ignatius Edward Duran. It’s on every piece of livestock on the estate. I’ve got two more of these, red-hot and ready for use.” He tossed the cold branding iron aside and placed 2 inflating pecker gags down on the litters below the raised heads of the two slaves. “Naturally, you can both say no to this, and I will unstrap you.” He paused for affect. “Then I will give you each a dress and have you escorted off the estate.” Helen looked to Kim in terror. “I’m sorry, Sweety. It’s my fault. Just say no and go. Don’t look back.” Kim said, guilt and sorrow dripping from her voice. “You come to. Say no, and I’ll go with you.” Helen said, imploring Kim with her eyes. Kim’s eyes said everything to Helen. Kim was crying, her face a mask of helplessness, silently begging Helen to flee. Helen ducked her head and took the partially inflated pecker into her mouth, keeping her head down so the strap could be buckled behind her head. “Noooo.” Kim sobbed, not wanting this for Helen. Helen’s body was shaking in fear, her breathing a whine through her nose, as Pam buckled the gag tightly and pumped up the pecker until she Helen’s cheeks were bulging. Helen kept her head down, she didn’t want Kim to see how hard she was crying, and she didn’t want to see the guilt in Kim’s eyes With nothing else she could do, Kim took the pecker gag into her mouth also, allowing Mary to strap it tight and inflate it. Kim kept her head down too and closed her tear filled eyes. She didn’t want to know when the iron would be coming. But when Helen’s snorting whine escaped her nose and partially her mouth, Kim’s head shot up. It only took seconds, but Helen’s face went ghost white as her lungs tried to push out a scream of pain. Her entire body was a tense board, vibrating in excruciating pain. A second later, Helen's head fell with a thud and her body went limp, but her intense crying continued. Kim was heartbroken. She’d done this to Helen. Master pressed the iron to Helen’s skin, but Kim lit the fuse. She tried to get Helen’s attention, her own tears blurring her vision. Then, she was in shocking agony, hear scream of pain caught in her throat, she couldn’t inhale or exhale. Her hip felt like the sun had landed on it. Then her branding too was over. He head fell to the litter, her tears streamed from her eyes and she sobbed and whimpered uncontrollably. A cold compress was applied to the branded skin, and both slaves reacted like they were being branded all over again. But this time, Mary and Pam cradled the heads of their charges, and spoke soft, soothing words in Helen and Kim’s ears until they calmed. No words were spoken. Kim vaguely heard sniffling from where Mary was standing. The pecker gags were deflated partially, but left in the slave’s mouths. The litters were lifted gently and Kim could feel herself floating, the movements slow and careful. It seemed to take hours to get from the stables to the mansion. Through her still flowing tears, Kim watched Helen’s litter go off to Helen’s room. The trip up the stairs might have been troublesome, but Timothy had enlisted strong litter bearers. They kept Kim level the entire way up the stairs. Only when they reached the side of Kim’s bed, did Mary unstrap Kim from the litter, so that Kim could be lifted by her ankles and arms onto her bed. Before Kim could think of moving, she was cuffed and chained, spread eagle to the bed. Their Master didn’t want any chance that the slave’s would roll over onto the burned skin. Using surgical gloves, Mary generously applied ointment to the burns. Kim screamed at the touch, the partially deflated gag allowing a muffled version of the scream to fill the air. Later, a doctor entered the room and inspected the burns. Kim hadn’t heard anyone’s voice since the stable. She could hear Mary sniffling and trying to hide her sobs of sympathy, but Kim kept her eyes closed, not wanting to see, hoping to fall asleep and then awaken to find this was all a dream. After a week chained to the bed, Kim was going stir crazy. She wasn’t allowed to get off the bed, she had stayed spread eagle the entire week. A bed pan, and Mary’s commitment to Kim, kept Kim clean. Mary hand fed Kim her meals, very small low calorie meals, since Kim couldn’t be active and burn calories. Sponge baths over a rubber sheet that was slid under Kim each morning and hair washed over a shallow pan kept Kim refreshed after a day of sweating in bed. The doctor came daily to check for infection. Mary had offered to prop one of the Beauty Trilogy books up and turn the pages for Kim to read, but Kim just shook her head no. She had not spoken to anyone since the branding. She knew Master had come to the doorway and looked in on her. She hadn’t SEEN him, but knew from Mary’s reaction when Master was there. He hadn’t spoken to Kim, so Kim kept her silence, though she wanted to scream at him, berate him, express loathing for him. But she knew also, that this week and any more time she and Helen needed to heal was killing Master too. Master had no one to Master. Master could have been fucking and torturing Kim and Helen all week. Instead, all he could do is look in on them and wait. In a way, Kim thought, getting branded had saved Kim and Helen a week of floggings, being targeted by tennis ball, agonizing fucks and torturous deep throating and who knew what else. Was it worth it in the long run? Kim didn’t know. She couldn’t fathom not being a slave anymore. It terrified her to think of going back to a nine to five job, owning a home and car, all the responsibilities. Back then, she thought she was proud of all she had accomplished. She now knew that back then she hadn’t known what real pride was. She knew it now, though. She had never felt so proud as when she had looked into Mistress Inga’s eyes at the end of the Gala. She even felt more pride when she learned that her Master had paid a million dollars to buy her. The pride she had when she endured more than it was thought she could endure. Nothing she had ever done before could compare. She knew she could never go back to that. Kim knew she would never love her Master as she had her Mistress. Actually, at this point, she loathed her Master. He asked for a year from Kim and Helen, then he threatened to blackball Kim if she chose to leave. Kim knew he’d do the same to Helen. What would happen in a year, Kim did not know. Would he keep his word and let them go if she and Helen chose to? Or would he continue his blackballing threat, manufacture a reason to keep them here? But Kim also wondered if another Master…or Mistress would be able to get as much out of Kim as Her Master had so far. Master had pushed Kim’s limits further than Mistress Inga had. Kim now knew it was all her own pushing at the Gala. Her Mistress only force the MC to agree to let Kim continue. It was all Kim’s choice, not Inga’s. Sure, Kim wanted to do it to please Inga and make her proud of Kim. But Kim now realized that she herself was the driving force. Inga even tried to protect and shield Kim. Not Master, though. He would have let Kim continue, and left her anus exposed to any and all cocks instead of protecting it. Master pushed and then gave you no way out from what he expected. Mary and Pam were there to make sure the unexpected didn’t happen. Yes, Master was a complicated Master. He was brutal with his slaves, but was intent on keeping them healthy and safe. Was that so bad? Kim wondered. If his cock were an inch shorter and a bit less thick, would it be that much easier to accept his brutality? If he wasn’t as brutal, would it be easier to accept the pain of being fucked by a 10-inch cock? Another week of asking these questions was going to drive Kim insane. Of that she was sure.
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The branding is fascinating and brutal. Master Timothy is quite ruthless.
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The ultimate marking of ownership of a slave for life...
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6/6/2022 12:43 pm |
A wee it intense. 
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