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38 Kim and the Carnival part 2 Story in comments... going for 4 in a row.  |
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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 and Helen found themselves back on a pair of St. Andrews crosses just inside, and on either side of the gated entrance to the Carnival area with all the tents. A large swath of flat pasture had been fenced off for the event. Kim could see rows of tents, and between them areas that looked like they had been set up for some kinds of contests. There was another St. Andrews cross just inside the gate, standing empty. Kim worried that Mary would be placed on it for some whim of Master. But Kim was wrong. Coming up the path were two men carrying a dangling woman, her ankles and wrists roped over a pole that they carried on their shoulders. As they passed Kim, she saw that the woman was slave. She was wearing a leather hood and an inflatable gag. The hood covered her entire head, including her eyes. But Kim knew it was slave. In short order, slave was on the third cross. Kim couldn’t tear her eyes away from slave’s hips and lower back. She had been branded. The lettering was smaller than Kim and Helen’s brands. But she was branded on her left hip, and her right hip. Kim strained to read the lettering. The burnt flesh and scabbing made it difficult. But it was still bright and sunny, and she finally made the lettering make sense. T.I.E.D was on her left hip, instead of the right, where Kim and Helen wore their brand. On her right hip, slave wore two words, one atop the other. LYING SLAVE. Slave hung limp on her cross in the middle of the path into the Carnival, her head hanging down in front of her. Only her chest, inflating and deflating with breaths, revealed she was alive. Kim turned her head away, embarrassed at herself for working so hard to read the fresh brand. Kim’s eyes met Mary’s a short-distance away. Mary had her hand over her mouth, her eyes welled with tears. Kim knew Mary wasn’t fond of Pam, but none of them wanted to see slave like this. Kim was sure Mary was also thinking, “That could be me.” Minutes late, the gates were opened for guests. They arrived in large groups and small groups. News of the doctor clearing Kim’s and Helen’s brands to be touched had obviously been relay to all the guests. It seemed everyone wanted to touch, caress, or hold their palms against the permanent scarred flesh that carried their Host’s initials. Kim hadn’t expected the first hand that caressed her branded skin. The tight ropes held her still when her body flinched. Though part of her was proud to be wearing her Master’s mark, she was still humiliated to have hundreds and hundreds of strangers fondle her branded skin, talk about her and the branding as if she were part of the cross. It was especially difficult when the fondlers opinion was these slaves were just ‘stupid bitches’ or ‘lazy ass whores that didn’t want to work for a living’. It took all of Kim’s self-restraint not to shout her own insults right back at these ignorant guests, who probably didn’t have a clue what it meant to completely submit to a Master or Mistress. Kim also heard the hesitancy when I guest asked the slave they had in tow if they wouldn’t like to be branded. Kim doubted seriously if she heard one completely honest, ‘Yes Sir or Ma’am’. Kim and Helen had been told to keep their heads up high and to straight ahead, so Kim couldn’t see the faces on the slaves who saw her brand, but she doubted they were smiling. Kim knew slave was drawing a big crowd. The freshly burnt skin and scabbing was drawing a lot of oohs and aahs, but since slave wasn’t screaming in pain constantly, Kim guessed correctly that slave wasn’t allowed to be touched. Kim was sure the slaves that had given a hesitant and whispered yes to being branded, were wishing they said no vehemently right from the start. When no more guests were left to come through the gate, Kim and Helen were brought down from the crosses. As was slave, though, she went right back onto the pole that had brought her here. Mary and Dave snapped Kim and Helen’s leashes on and led them deeper into the tented area, with slave being carried behind them. They were taken into a large tent, a makeshift wall circled the inside of the tent from the entrance, all the way around and back to the entrance. The wall was about 10 feet from the canvas of the tent and had multiple holes cut out, all the perfect level for a slave to kneel before and put their head through. Kim and Helen were led to holes next to each other, while slave was taken to a hole next to the entrance. When Kim’s head went through the hole, the “D” ring on her collar was pulled to the back of her neck and attached to the wall, holding her head high and tilted back a little. Her wrists were secured to the wall near the ground. It felt like croquet wickets were hammered down into the grass behind her knees and at her ankles. Her legs had been forced wide before being wired into the ground. Kim could guess why. Kim could also overhear men and women begin wagering on anything and everything. Which slave would receive more men’s sperm loads? Which slave would vomit first? Which slave would get fucked in the ass most? Which slave would take pussy fucking most? There were also wagers on which slave would do the least of everything. Anything the guests could think of betting on, they did. Kim had no clue what her Master’s stake in all this was. Was Master acting as the “house”? Covering all bets? Or was he making his own wagers. Kim knew there wasn’t much she could do to influence the outcomes. She was just kneeling there, receiving what came her way. She wondered who was going to be keeping score of all of these betting variations. To her, it was mind-boggling. Kim flinched when a bell rang loudly and someone shouted that there was 2 minutes left to place bets. Already, lines of men were forming in front of all the slaves. Kim saw that her and Helen’s lines were long, maybe a bit longer than the other slaves near them. She gave a sigh and wondered idly how many men were behind her. Another bell rang, and an erect cock was thrust into Kim’s mouth and pushed down her throat. Hands gripped her head and a vigorous face fucking commenced. At the same time, an erection drove through her puckered hole. Kim could feel the lubricant that allowed the cock to glide within her with ease. She said a silent thank-you while she tried not to gag on the cock that was blundering about in her throat like a rhino on speed. The cock was plunging into Kim’s mouth from all angles and bouncing around her mouth until the head found the opening to her throat and banked in like a billiard ball. The anal fuck ended very quickly when Kim decided to squeeze her anal muscles on the sliding cock in her ass. She heard, ‘Oh God’ a moment after she started squeezing and then felt the warm sperm jet into her rectum. The throat attack ended soon after with a load that was bigger than Kim expected. But not before Kim felt another boner thrust between her labia and balls slap her ass. She swallowed the semen spurting into her throat, and as the man pulled out, uttered a “thank you, Sir” with a smile. Kim’s smiling lips were forced apart in seconds as another erect cock was launched into her throat. Again, hands gripped her head and a fierce throat fuck ensued, While Kim’s pussy was being plundered for the first time that night. Kim made a snap decision that unless the cock was huge, she was squeezing every cock that entered her ass or pussy that night. There wasn’t much she could do about how many cocks she would swallow, but she could speed up the orgasms in her pussy and ass when she could. She aimed to be number one whenever that damn bell rang again and ended the counting. The cock in her throat, unlike the first of the night, was thrusting straight as an arrow right down the middle of her mouth and throat. Kim closed her lips tightly around the shaft as it slid in and out, gulping when the cock went deep and sucking when it slid back. The “D” ring might keep her head motionless, but her mouth and throat could work over the cocks she took into her oral cavity. Kim felt a squirt of cum in her pussy along with a low moan from behind her. No sooner was her pussy vacated, than another took its place. Compared to Master’s, these dicks were mere miniature toys, hardly registering on her body’s Richter scale. They gave no tremors or earthquakes within Kim. They were mere inconveniences for her body to deal with. Kim clinched her vaginal muscles around the new cock and wagged her ass a little. Kim could hear plenty of gagging and choking from other subs not named Helen. She also heard quite a few squeals, cries, wails and even screams of pain from around the room. She wondered how many of these whimpering slaves had been looking at this much cock to suck and be fucked by. She glanced at Helen out of the corner of her eye and saw that Helen, too, was relaxed and having an easy time of swallowing and being fucked. The cock in her pussy erupted about the same time Kim swallowed a second cum barrage. Again, she thanked her sperm donor with a ‘Sir’ and a smile. No rest was coming as another two cocks speared her. One for her throat again, and for the second time her anus was parted and entered. The cock throating her was moving at the speed of light, balls slapping at her chin. Kim again tightened her ass around her anal invader and pressed her lips around the skinny cock zipping in and out of her throat. It dawned on Kim that the men in line had bet on her to swallow more cum loads. They were trying to blast their loads as quickly as they could to win their bet. She actually started laughing with the cock whistling in and out and the extra vibration in her throat from the laugh, sent the man overboard, and he hosed down Kim’s throat with cum. Another ‘Thank you, Sir’ and a smile, then another cock slid down her throat. Kim hadn’t gotten a chance to kiss the head of any of the cocks. The men were too impatient, as they saw time was of the essence. And so, it went for the three hours, nonstop fucking and swallowing. At one point, Kim wondered what all the women guests were doing for fun. She’d expected to be licking pussies and sucking on clits, but it was all cocks. Kim had lost count fast, even though she wanted dearly to come out on top and have the guests that bet on her win their bets. But she kept on squeezing the cocks that entered her ass and pussy, and she kept sucking and gulping on the cocks in her throat. Another thing dawned on Kim out of the blue. There were male slaves in this competition as well. She wondered how many of them had never swallowed a cock before, or been sodomized before. That thought sent her mind back to the Beauty Trilogy books, and that inspired her to squeeze her anal and vaginal muscles a bit harder to satisfy the men plundering her depths from behind. When the bell rang loudly, Kim was still being throat fucked and sodomized. Neither man paid attention to the bell, but continued until they deposited their loads deep within Kim. Kim heard other guests shout that the last two orgasms came after the bell and didn’t count. As best she could, Kim looked around at the closest slaves. Helen was as calm and collected as Kim was. Breathless to be sure, but they were both prepared to go on longer. The other slaves, though, were a different story. Some were outright crying like babies, males and females. Others were merely whimpering, others were gasping for breath, their heads lolling in their collars. Kim and Helen glanced at each other and smiled proudly. The final tally of cocks swallowed had Kim taking the most cum loads, by one over a slave on the other side of the tent. Helen placed third and slave placed fifth. Kim wondered if Master had given slave the same “pep” talk he gave Kim and Helen. The tally for Anal cum loads had Helen taking the most and Kim second. Slave wasn’t bet on. The pussy tally had Kim fall two shy of leading, leaving her second and Helen third. Kim was angry at herself. She should have been squeezing harder sooner to get the most orgasms in her pussy. She thought she could have beaten Helen for anal cum loads, but she wouldn’t begrudge Helen her victory. Kim had no inclination to listen to all the other betting round ups. She didn’t care who did the least, or who puked and whatever any of the other parlays were. Master appeared before Kim and Helen out of nowhere and stooped down to their eye level, smiling. Kim could feel the wires being pulled up from behind her knees and over her ankles. Master spoke as he released Kim and Helen’s collars from the wall. “I’m pleased, very pleased. You both did excellent.” Timothy gushed at his two slaves. “I’m sorry, Master, I could have done better.” Kim apologized. She had greedily wanted to be number one in all categories. “I could have done better too Master, I’m sorry” Helen picked up on Kim’s apology, though she felt she had done all she could do. “Nonsense, I’m proud of both of you. Kim, a first and two seconds, no slave did better. And Helen, a first and two thirds. Like Kim, no slave did better than that.” Timothy took hold of their chins as he spoke, with assurance, to them. Kim could feel her wrists being released. Kim wanted to ask if Master had won a lot of money batting on Kim and Helen, but knew that wasn’t her place to ask. She felt a hand on her shoulder pulling her back through the hole. She gave Master a smile and ducked her head through the hole. Her leash was snapped on to her collar by Mary, and she and Helen were led away to another tent. There they were both given the chance to empty their bowels of semen and get their pussies cleaned out like the rest of the slaves. All the slaves were offered mouthwash. Most of the males and some of the females used most of their bottles. Kim and Helen just grinned to one another, both knowing those slaves had only serviced a Mistress, never a Master. Mary and Dave offered Kim and Helen plenty of fluids to replace what they had sweated out in the tent. It was a hot night and Kim and Helen drank their fill. They both knew another act was yet to be played out tonight. It was too early to be over. Kim noticed in the far corner of the tent, slave drinking water, the inflatable gag temporarily removed. She didn’t speak, and was still blinded by the hood. The pole she had been carried everywhere on, lay on the floor in front of her. Her wrists and ankles were still tightly bound. Mary saw where Kim was staring and firmly turned Kim’s head with a grip of her chin. “Don’t! We all feel sorry for her. But don’t let other’s see it. She’s an outcast, we have to accept that and move on or suffer the consequences.” Mary whispered to Kim so no one would overhear. They were led to a third tent similar to the first. But the holes in the wall were much bigger. Kim’s upper body went through the hole. She felt the wicket time wires driven into the ground to hold her legs and ankles. But her arms and upper body were left untethered. The betting began again. It didn’t take long to figure out what the slave’s next task was. They would be giving the female guests orgasms. Betting was for the most and least orgasms given, primarily. But there was going to be a catch. The slaves would have vibrators on them. The males, vibrators on their cocks, then females on their clits. There were separate betting on how many orgasms the females might have and a separate bet on the male orgasms. The real catch, was the anal buggering that other female guests would be giving with strap on dildos. There were a few more bets concerning that, and crying and screaming. When the bell rang to begin, a woman was wheeled to each slave on a small platform covered with a comfy pillow. Pussies were bare, legs spread, and the slaves could use their mouths and hands to pleasure the female guests. Right after the bell, the vibrator hummed against Kim’s clit, and a well lubed strap on delved into Kim’s rectum. Kim’s tongue met her guest’s pussy while it was still rolling to her. One hand went to the guest’s anus, the other snaked two, and then three fingers into her pussy while Kim’s lips took hold of her clit and Kim began suckling it. Kim felt the dildo in her ass and mentally scoffed at it. It was just a miniature scale model of her Master’s ten inches. It only took a few minutes for Kim to have her guest on the edge of orgasm, When Kim went from massaging the woman’s anus to sliding two fingers into her ass, the woman erupted. Kim’s first thought, when the woman cried out her climax, was to back off quick and go onto the next guest. But she sensed the woman was already building to a quick second orgasm. Kim kept finger fucking her pussy and ass while sucking on her clit. Kim felt the woman’s hands grip her hair. When the woman was panting hard, Kim added a fourth finger to her ass, and a third and forth to her pussy and sped up the thrusting while sucking harder on her clit. She quaked and shrieked out another climax. Kim thought briefly about continuing, but knew a third climax would probably be more time-consuming, so she removed her fingers and let the woman drift down from the clouds. Her platform was pulled away and another slid to Kim’s waiting mouth. Kim spied that the woman’s anus was gaping and took a chance. She closed her fingers into a funnel shape and as the woman stopped under Kim’s mouth, Kim sucked on her clit and slid her hand into the woman’s rectum. An ‘Oh my God’ rang in Kim’s ears as the woman threw her legs back over her head and held them there with her arms spread wide, inviting Kim to fist her. And that Kim did, all the while licking her pussy and fingering her clit. Kim moved her fist up until half her forearm was in the woman’s ass. The woman was Delirious with pleasure, but Kim couldn’t get her to cum, no matter what she did with her pussy and clit. Out of options, Kim thrust her fist hard and fast into the woman’s bowels until she had reached her elbow. The woman howled in a combination of pain and ecstasy. She squirted all over Kim’s face as she climaxed, with Kim flexing her fist deep in her rectum, while gently chewing on her clit. The woman was a masochist at heart, though she may have been a Mistress too. And so, the next three hours went. The vibrator on Kim’s clit gave her more than a few exquisite orgasms of her own, spurring her on to please the guests presented to her. She did notice a lull in the ass fucking as one woman was replaced with another so that the first could get her pussy licked to orgasm. Kim was in shock when near the end of the three hours, Mistress Inga was rolled out to her waiting tongue. It was the last thing she expected, and the very last thing she wanted to see or do. Flashing through her head was every time she had made love to her Mistress. For that was what it was. Now the Mistress who had sold her was expecting an orgasm, just like she had before, but this time, Kim wasn’t, couldn’t make love to her. Kim went to work, and that was what it felt like to Kim, work, a chore, an unpleasant chore. Dutifully, Kim did her best, instantly remembering everything Mistress enjoyed. Kim quickly had Mistress squirming in delight. Kim brought Mistress higher and higher, knowing just what buttons to push. Inga’s orgasm was shattering. She hadn’t felt anything like it since her last time with Kim. With the climax accomplished, Kim felt humiliation sting her. She had pleasured the Mistress who had turned her back on the total love Kim had given her, had sold Kim to another and even used the words ‘This is what I do.’ Kim recalled how Mistress had ensnared her into submitting to her. On pure impulse, Kim shoved her funnel shaped hand into Inga’s tight ass, knowing full well that Inga never allowed her anus touched. Inga screamed and used her feet to push herself away from Kim. With an evil grin, Kim extended her arm to keep her hand in Inga’s ass. When Inga finally got Kim’s hand out of her ass, the look she gave Kim was one of shock mixed with threat. Soon after, the bell rang to end the competition. Because of the delay getting Inga away from Kim and getting the next guest to Kim, Helen won the event, with Kim second. Slave did not come in the top five. Her guests, complaining that the hood she wore, distracted them. Kim didn’t think Master would accept that as an excuse Kim also didn’t think she was going to get off scott free for what she did to Mistress Inga. Later in the cleaning tent, Helen questioned Kim. “Why did you do that? Mistress was furious!” Helen was very worried for Kim. It was no longer a secret that Helen loved Kim as more than a protecting sister. “I have no idea, it was just impulse.” Kim said, shaking her head. She hardly believed she did it herself. "But I don’t regret it. She’s not my Mistress anymore, or yours! She ensnared me to be her slave, I gave her all of my love, and she sold me like a piece of meat. I owed her that.” Kim said venomously. Whatever the penalty was, Kim was prepared to pay. But she’d be damned if she was going to give Inga any pleasure while she paid.
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Oh, Yes... Kim gets back at Mistress Inga.... But will she be punished for it?
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