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33 Kim’s Torment Begins Again part 2 Story in comments  |
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6/7/2022 12:13 pm |
Great photo but my "B" key gets stuck and locks up my keypad all day! 
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Story missing?!? Alt atttack!?!
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ALT CENSOR. THERE IS NO HATE/WEAPONS OR UNDERAGE IN THIS COMMENT. THIS IS A BDSM WEBSITE. BRANDING IS A KINK LISTED IN THE KINK LIST. Kim’s eyes were closed as she sobbed in pain, she didn’t see her Master step before her. Her eyes shot open wide when Master unexpectedly plunged into Kim’s pussy and forced its way to the hilt. Her mouth fell open to scream, but she couldn’t do anything but inhale sharply from the intense, paralyzing pain. A quick second thrust made her grunt and expel air from her lungs. A third thrust left her lungs in limbo, her mind too shocked with surprise and pain to send signals to her body to breathe. A forth stabbing thrust knock all the wind out of Kim, the fifth got her to gasp sharply and take air back into her lungs. When her Master reached down and pinched Kim’s clit, she gasped sharply again, looked down between her thighs in surprise and burst into the orgasm she had waited for, pined for, needed for over a week. When he was sure Kim was in the throes of an orgasm, Timothy began pumping into Kim with vigor. Suddenly, Kim was dealing with competing sensations of extreme ecstasy and extreme pain. The waves of pain crashed into the waves of pleasure and exploded inside Kim, fueling her orgasm to higher altitudes of euphoria. Her body was so tightly held by her bonds, the energy of the orgasm had nowhere to go. There were no flailing arms, or kicking legs. She couldn’t shake her head from side to side or thrust her hips. There was no way to burn off the energy of the climax, so it kept rebounding inside her. Each thrust by her Master, an electrical charge detonating another wave of titillating sexual stimulation with Kim’s body. By the time her Master was ejaculating deep within her, Kim was caterwauling louder and louder, overcome by the ferocity of her orgasm. When her Master withdrew from her vaginal canal, Kim was exhausted. The pain in her thighs from the caning were a distant memory. She was panting heavily and still shuddering as aftershocks pulsed through her genitals. Just when her shuddering subsided and her breathing had returned to near normal, the thongs of a flogger lashed across her back, jolting Kim with its stinging pain. She had no strength to cry out, the only sound she could muster was a raspy, scratching inhalation sound with each of the fifty lashes that slashed across her back, well above her hips. Kim felt herself being lowered. When the winch stopped, she knew her mouth was the next target. She was unsure she could take her Master’s cock into her throat in this position. But she also knew she wasn’t going to be given a choice. While she waited, she saw the angry red stripes up and down her thighs. She could clearly see all fifteen stripes like ladder rungs up her thighs. Voices were approaching. Kim strained to see into the shadows of the dungeon. Like a raiding party coming out of the mist, the men of the security night shift approached Kim. She felt a sheet draped over her back as the first cock pushed past her lips. She looked up in submission, into the eyes of the man about to fuck her throat, like an obedient slave should. And she did the same for every man on the night shift, as they fucked her face, pumped their loads down her throat, over her face, into her hair. Wherever they felt the urge. Kim didn’t bother to keep count. And when the night shift was through, a short time later, the day shift came in for their turn. There was no beer tonight. No drunken escapades and no pissing into her mouth. Just more and more semen for Kim to swallow and be coated in. When the last man had spewed his load down Kim’s throat, the dungeon became quiet again. Kim’s face and hair were caked with semen. Kim waited for Mary to come and clean her up. Kim’s waiting was met by squeaky wheels that Kim had heard once before, and had been indelibly printed in her mind. “Oh God, no. Not again.” She thought, as she forced her eyelids open against the caked and drying semen. When she saw that she was right, her semen filled belly did flip-flops. Her Master was bringing the tank with a nozzle filled with horse semen. Kim wanted to scream no. She tried to duck her head and hide, but her calves kept her head looking at the tank of horse cum. Kim was helpless as a hollow pecker gag filled her mouth. Looking down her nose, she saw that the nozzle from the tank screwed into the opening at the front of the gag. Once her Master opened the valve on the tank, the horse semen would flow down to the nozzle and through the pecker gag into her mouth and down her throat. Looking up at the tank with eyes wide and bulging, Kim had only one dire thought. “That’s a fucking lot of horse cum!” Her Master confirmed that thought. “I see you noticed there’s more for you this time.” Timothy stated with gleaming eyes. “Two and a half gallons for you to swallow. Not all at once.” He added when Kim’s eyes shot to him in fear. “You have all night and morning. I’ve set up video cameras to record you. I’m going to bed, but I will watch every second of the video, I promise. Now, that pecker gag is fairly soft. If you bite down hard enough, you can cut the flow off. But you will finish every drop in that tank for your attitude the past two weeks.” Kim closed her eyes, kicking herself for being so stupid, thinking she could get away with the attitude game. Unexpectedly, Kim was swallowing horse cum. She gagged and choked on it as it gushed into her throat. It took her more than a minute to remember she could bite down on the pecker gag. Her jaw ached from being face fucked all night, and it took a few attempts to stop the flow. Each time she coughed her grip on the pecker loosened and more cum streamed into her mouth. Kim heard an object drop below her, then heard Mary’s voice. “There’s a bucket below you. If you have to relieve yourself, do it Hun. I will be here to make sure you don’t have problems choking. I won’t fall asleep.” Mary patted Kim’s left hip, avoiding the red stripes on Kim’s thighs and the lashes on her back, then walked away out of Kim’s sight. Kim already felt sick from the taste of the horse cum, but she knew her Master would take the nozzle away until she had finished. She began letting cum flow slowly through the gag. When it reached her throat, she gulped it down with difficulty. She kept her eyes closed. She didn’t want to see how much was left in the tank, and the dried cum on her lids made it difficult anyway. Kim was exhausted, she wasn’t used to being awake so long after being in bed with nothing to do for weeks. Twice she nodded off while resting from swallowing and awoke choking on semen flowing unabated into her mouth, throat and lungs. Both times she heard a chair clatter to the floor and rushing footsteps approach her. Both time, she got the choking under control before Mary needed to help her. It took her a half hour each time to couch the semen up from her lungs, constantly swallowing the trickling cum each cough let through the gag. Kim’s belly was bloated. She hadn’t peed or defecated yet, and dearly desired to. She needed to make room for more of the semen. Biting down on the pecker gag was difficult for long periods, but she had to take breaks. She couldn’t let the semen back up into her throat. She tried holding excess leaked cum in her mouth, but the taste was hideous, and she gulped it down. Her mouth was coated with horse cum, there was horse cum that back up into her nose and nasal passage, that she didn’t dare snort out and risk punishment for not swallowing it all, and she had difficulty snorting in back into her throat with the pecker gag in her mouth. Now Kim wanted to know how much was left in the tank, but her eyes were sealed shut with human cum. With great relief, Kim let go a stream of urine. As her body relaxed to urinate, her bowels also relaxed and Kim was able to evacuate from her rectum what felt like pure cum, maybe a little of lunch with it. Kim felt her belly collapse, but quickly she began filling it back up. Gulping down cum rhythmically. She knew that hours had passed. Her genitals started to itch as her urine dried on her body. “This wasn’t in the damn books!” Kim thought to herself. She swallowed more and more of the foul tasting goo. Kim’s bowels expelled again unexpectedly. More fluid. Kim now knew the reason for the enema. As more cum worked through her intestines, Kim swallowed more into her belly Kim thought it miraculous, when she tried to let more semen through the gag and none came through. Could she really be done? Had she swallowed all two and a half gallons? Kim’s jaw was on fire from biting down on the rubber pecker. With nothing flowing through, she tried hard to relax her jaw. Kim heard footsteps, and someone handling the tank. More cum gushed into her mouth and down her throat. She gulped it down frantically, trying not to gag or choke. “Had to use a rubber spatula to get some that was left in the tank.” Explained her Master. Kim tried again to open her eyes, to no avail. “Now, I said every drop. So start sucking the tube, nozzle and pecker clean.” Commanded Timothy flatly. Kim began sucking immediately. It was like siphoning glue. As hard as Kim sucked on the pecker opening, only small flecks came out. She knew it was useless. But her Master told her to suck, so she did. When he told her to suck harder, Kim tried harder. After thirty minutes of futile sucking, the pecker gag was removed and the nozzle was placed in her mouth. Kim sucked hard, and got a bit more cum for her trouble. The nozzle was detached from the tube, Kim sucked hard on the tube and got a bit more. She expected the tank to be placed over her head for her to lick it clean, but it wasn’t. “Wipe her down. I’m going for lunch. Helen will be kneeling beside me today.” Timothy told Mary, loud enough for Kim to hear. The words about Helen were a relief to Kim. She sighed heavily with the knowledge that Helen was at least physically Ok. Mary wiped Kim’s ass and genitals clean. Kim’s face and chest were another matter. It was difficult to get the dried cum off without a tub of hot water and soap. But Mary persisted, and Kim didn’t complain about how rough Mary had to scrub with the wash cloth. “Thank you, Mary.” Kim said with sincerity. “And thank you for reacting so quickly when I started choking. I heard you coming.” “Of Course Hun. You’re my only responsibility. I’m not going to let anything happen to you…unless he stops me.” Mary vowed. Then she drifted back into the darkness. Kim was left hanging in the same position, her back aching, her neck aching, her mouth tasting like horse cum, her anus still allowing cum to flow into the bucket. But only Kim knew how content she was. She had taken everything Master had thrown at her…so far.
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