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34 Kim Forced to Watch Helen Story in comments  |
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Could use a blood scene; needles or cutting or biting. Just a suggestion. Pace could use some work.
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6/8/2022 12:52 pm |
Could use a blood scene; needles or cutting or biting. Just a suggestion. Pace could use some work. 
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Looks like the Alt Gremlins are at it again eating up stories.
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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 was awake when Mary appeared to again wipe Kim’s ass and genitals. Kim had slept fitfully during the night. She didn’t have any compunction about shitting and pissing in the bucket below her. The extreme ache in her back and neck left her uncaring about modesty and humiliation. Kim thanked Mary and Mary said you’re welcome as always. But Kim didn’t ask if Mary knew what was happening next or when Kim would be released. Kim’s feet and hands were numb, but she continually tried to flex her fingers and wiggle her toes. Kim longed for something to eat. The morsels her Master had fed her yesterday at lunch were a distant memory. All the semen she’d swallowed the night before had passed through her stomach, and it was now empty and gurgling. Something to drink would be a gift from the gods. Mouthwash even better. She could still taste the horse cum in her mouth and on her tongue. Kim hung in the dungeon for hours. The strap around her thighs and torso prevented her from trying to stretch her back. The strap was also tight enough to prevent Kim from pulling her head out from between her calves. Though she tried, she didn’t try real hard lest she incur a punishment worse than what she was already going through. At long last, she head footsteps on the dungeon stairs. When her Master came into her range of view, she saw that he had Helen in tow by her leash. Helen’s eyes were wide with concern. When the leather cuffs were locked on her wrists and ankles, her shoulders sagged. Quickly she was hung up just as Kim was. Just in case Kim decided to warn Helen of what was to come, Timothy shoved a ball gag deep into Kim’s mouth and buckled it tight. Kim and Helen hung there in silence. Helen tried to peek sideways at Kim, and Kim did the same. Kim knew Master was just waiting to catch Helen off guard to begin her caning, just as he had with Kim the day before. The wait seemed just as bad today. And then Helen wailed in pain as Master landed the first surprise stroke on Helen’s thighs. Helen screamed, shrieked and wailed, barely inhaling between each cane stroke. Like Kim the day before, when the fifteen strokes were done, Helen had her eyes screwed shut while she sobbed and whimpered. She never heard, like Kim didn’t, her Master step before her and barge into her pussy and drive into Helen until his base banged against her labia. Helen shrieked in pain and shock. Each successive thrust increased the volume from Helen’s voice. Kim could barely see, but she glimpsed Master reach down and pinch Helen’s clit. It didn’t have the same effect as it did on Kim. Helen was in too much pain. Master had to work his fingers over Helen’s clit and slow his thrusts, not going as deep. The efforts paid off as Helen started moaning with pleasure When Helen’s orgasm broke through her, Master went back to vigorously fucking Helen. Helen was too deep into her orgasm to care. Like with Kim the day before, the new pain mixed with and amplified Helen’s orgasm. Master drove deep into Helen, until her thighs were quivering uncontrollably. Only then did her withdraw and leave Helen to dangle in exhaustion. Until he started lashing Helen’s back. Helen groaned and grunted through the fifty lashes, tears flowing from her eyes. Kim didn’t think Helen even noticed when she was lowered so that her mouth was at cock level. Nor did Helen seem to hear the approach of the night shift security guards. Helen was genuinely surprised when the first cock parted her lips and entered her mouth. Her eyes glance over to Kim and when she saw no one fucking her throat, Helen realized what she was in for next. Her eyes closed, and she began sobbing and whimpering, when she wasn’t choking and then swallowing. Helen was more indignant than Kim had been, when someone coated her face with cum instead of blasting it down her throat. But soon enough, Helen ceded her acceptance to wherever the men decided to cum. Helen was gasping and coughing when the day shift arrived, and Helen started sobbing again. She had forgotten the night shift was only half the task. Kim wanted to close her eyes to Helen’s torment, but that wasn’t going to be allowed. Each time she closed her eyes for more than a blink, a cane stroke fell on her thighs. It only took two for Kim to get the message. Looking at Helen, Kim imagined herself looking the same way. Though she had accepted it all as it happened to her, she now felt disgusted and humiliated that she had been made to look like that. When the last man left and the dungeon became silent, Kim could only listen for the squeaky wheels on the cart carrying the tank of horse semen for Helen. If Helen knew what was coming, she wouldn’t be so calm right now, Kim thought. Kim heard the cart at the same time Helen did. Helen glanced over to Kim, but all Kim could do was furrow her brows and arch her brows in sympathy. That look from Kim, sent a shiver of dread through Helen. When Helen saw the tank and how much was in it, the whimpers and sobs began again, heavily. The pecker gag went into Helen’s mouth, Master made his explanation just as he had to Kim. Helen never opened her eyes while Master spoke. Kim was surprised when Master told Helen it was a punishment for being disrespectful during her recovery. Helen had rebelled, just as Kim had. Just like Kim had, Helen choked and gagged when Master started the flow unexpectedly. Kim wished she could tell Helen the tricks she had learned the night before. She watched Helen struggle, just as she herself had done. She saw Pam drop the bucket under Helen, as Mary had done for Kim. Pam told Helen the same things Mary had told Kim, in different words. Kim flinched in surprise when Mary spoke quietly in her ear. “Pam will watch you both tonight. I’ve been told to get some sleep. I’ll be back by the time you wake up in the morning. Don’t worry, Pam will take good care of you both." Mary explained with heartfelt assurance. Kim nodded as best she could, feeling like she was being abandoned. Kim watched Helen struggle all night to swallow the horrid horse semen. She wasn’t sure if it was taking Helen longer or not, but it felt like it was taking an eternity. Kim had watched Helen’s belly bloat with fascination, knowing it had happened the same way for her. Kim closed her eyes, waiting for the cane, which never struck, when Helen relived herself. Hopefully, Pam either didn’t notice Kim close her eyes, or wouldn’t tell Master. Helen was still gulping cum when Master arrived the next day. Kim and Helen watched him use a rubber spatula to push all the semen from the wall of the tank down into the remaining volume. Helen seemed to take that as a challenge and began gulping faster. When no more cum flowed out of the nozzle, Helen went limp, thinking she was done. She looked up expectantly for the gag to be removed. Then got the news that she had to suck out the semen from the pecker, nozzle and tube. Helen glared defiantly at her Master and began sucking as hard as she could. Kim knew not much was coming out, but Helen didn’t quit. She sucked the gag, then the nozzle and then the tubing as hard as she could, for as long as she was told to. Just like yesterday, Pam was told to wipe Helen off, while Master went to lunch. Kim’s eyes glinted at the thought that Master had no slave to kneel beside him today at lunch. Mary removed Kim’s gag as Kim listened to Master’s footsteps recede up the dungeon staircase. “Can Helen and I talk to each other, Mary?” Kim asked cautiously. “I don’t see why not, He didn’t say anything about it.” Mary said in an offhand manner. “Did he say anything to you, Pam?” She asked, just to be on the safe side. “Nope, I guess it's ok.” Pam conceded. “Are you ok, Sweety?” Kim asked in concern “I’ll live. I guess you got the same thing?” Helen asked, almost hopefully. “Yes, I had a bad attitude during recovery.” Kim stated sarcastically. “And you’ve been like this all night?” This time Helen’s voice was fearful. “I’m afraid so, Sweety.” Kim answered with sympathy. “Anything happen?” Helen asked with trepidation. “Nope, just got to hang her and ache.” Kim said with foreboding
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