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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 The next contest was another Kim and Helen were confident about. Though they knew Lisa, Karen and Beth all had experience that would help them as well. Twelve inch lubed dildos affixed horizontally to posts. Most of the male slaves groaned at the sight, a more than a few of the females. The slave’s objective was simple, impale themselves anally as far as you could. Kim actually wished the girth of the dildo was thicker. It paled in comparison to her Master's girth. When Kim took her spot, Helen was on her right, and Lisa was on her left. Helen gave a short wave to Lisa, who smiled back. Kim kept her head down, waiting for the starting gun. The slaves had 15 minutes to work as much of the dildo into their asses as they could. When the gun fired, every slave bent over and grabbed the dildo and started working it into their anus. Accept Kim, and further down the line slave. Kim looked down at Helen, bent over slightly and whispered. “Slow down, Sweety, you don’t want it buried inside you the whole fifteen minutes.” Helen looked up at Kim with the classic “Why didn’t I think of that?” look on her face. The guests watching started berating the three slaves just standing there in front of the dildos. Especially the guests that had bets riding on them. Kim just smiled at Helen, who giggled. They both looked down at slave, unfortunately, she had the blinders on the hood and could see them. With seven minutes left, guests that had bet on Kim, Helen and slave were starting to panic. Kim wondered how slave was keeping track of time, not being able to see the clock and no one close to communicate with her. Kim and Helen had listened to so many of the slaves moaning and groaning, many of them crying and whimpering as they forced the dildos further and further. At six minutes, Kim and Helen nodded at one another and bent over to insert the dildos, into the rectums. The guests quieted substantially. On a hunch, Kim looked down the line and saw slave bent over also. She had anticipated Kim and or Helen waiting as she did. When she heard the spectator quiet down, she knew it was time to start. Grinning, Kim quickly moved her bottom back onto the dildo half way. Kim peaked at Lisa, who, though she had experienced ten-inch dildos and cocks, absolutely detested having a cock or dildo inside her. She had gotten to the eight-inch mark, but was sobbing heavily and having trouble. Kim took a deep breath, closed her eyes and leaned backwards, taking a half step back as the dildo slid deep inside her. A gasped escaped her lips. She wasn’t able to look back and see how far she had gone. But she could see the clock. There were three minutes left. Adrenalin was pumping through Kim. She took another deep breath and leaned back again. She inhaled sharply with pain. It was too difficult to see how far anyone down the line had taken the dildos. Kim made a decision as she looked up at the clock and saw just over a minute. Kim took in as much air into her lungs as she could, dug her heels into the grass and pushed off, screaming as she did. She didn’t stop pushing until her rear cheeks slapped the post behind her. Kim stayed bent over, gasping, taking short breaths. The dildo buried further than she had ever been penetrated anally. Helen had looked up with freight when Kim screamed. She saw what Kim had done. There were seconds left on the clock. Helen clinched her eyes shut, inhaled deeply, then let all the air out of her lungs with a louder scream than Kim made. Helen thrust back as hard as she could and just before the gun fired as time expired her bottom banged against the post. Helen, unlike Kim, didn’t stop screaming. She reached out and grabbed Kim’s arm in a death grip. Her eyes were bugging out of her head. Kim reached over with her other hand and took hold of Helen’s arm, then fell forward, her grip on Helen’s arm, pulling Helen forward with her. When they finally hit the turf, Helen was swearing like a sailor on a drunken leave. She pulled away from Kim and both her hands reach down to her ass, as she rolled on the grass gasping and whimpering “Son of a fucking cunt ass cocksucking bitch!” she screamed at the sky. Kim’s pain could keep her from bursting out laughing at Helen’s outburst. “Stop laughing, it hurts like a bastard!” Yelled Helen at Kim, but Kim couldn’t stop. Then Helen couldn’t help herself, she started laughing herself, moaning and groaning as well. When Mary and Dave arrived and stood over the two slaves laughing hysterically, they couldn’t believe it. They had heard the screams and thought the worst. When Kim and Helen calmed down, they lay prone on the grass looking up at the cloudless sky. “Who won?” Kim asked sarcastically. That started Helen giggling again, and Kim followed suit. “We thought you two were dying, you screamed so loud.” Mary stated with annoyance. Kim looked up at her groom. “Didn’t you ever hear of a Karate master yelling just before they break boards?” Kim ask, like it should have been obvious what she did. “Next time warn me, damn it. You about gave me a heart attack.” Mary said in exasperation. “You too tiny.” She shot at Helen. Dave just stood there like the two slaves were insane. Kim and Helen got up gingerly from the grass and gave Mary an apologetic hug for scaring her. Kim and Helen tied for first. Slave had finished fourth and Lisa sixth, to Kim’s surprise. Kim took two steps to Lisa. “Congratulations, Babe.” Kim said from her heart. “Jesus, don’t congratulate me, Babe. Your scream made me jump backwards! I thought I was going to pass out!” Lisa said, tears flowing from her eyes still and agony on her face. Kim giggle and that made Lisa giggle. Kim took a last step and hugged Lisa tightly. “I miss hearing you call me Babe.” Kim whispered in Lisa’s ear. Then she kissed Lisa on the cheek and turn for the care tent. Lisa could see the tears start flowing from Kim’s eyes. Kim and Helen rested in the care tent, staying off their butts. Mary and Dave couldn’t do much for the pain deep in Kim and Helen’s bowels. All they could do is put ointment on the sore anuses of the two slaves. Kim and Helen both voiced that they hoped the last sexcapades of the night didn’t involve anal sex. When Kim and Helen got to the sexcapades tent, they received an anal plug first thing. Next they were laid on their back on top of a “T” shaped plank, braced by four, four by four posts. Their back was on the lower planks and their arms were spread wide on the top cross plank, their wrist strapped down to the ends of the board. Their knees and ankles were strapped to the lower posts, keeping their thighs spread wide apart, their pussies’ plain to see…and enter. Their heads hung off over the upper plank. The betting began in earnest, just like every other sexcapades event. It was a pussy fuck and throat fuck event. Which slave would receive the most loads of cum in each orifice, and which slave would get the least. Also, betting was open on which slave could jerk off the most cocks and the least. When the bell rang, Kim closed her eyes, opened her mouth and opened her hands. It took only seconds before her pussy was filled with a throbbing erection, another stiff cock burrowed into her throat and two cocks were wrapped in her stroking hands. Kim closed her lips tightly around the cock in her throat, sucking and gulping. She tightened her vaginal muscles as best she could with her thighs spread so far apart. Her concentration was on the cocks sliding through her palms and fingers. Those were the only cocks she was in control of. The dicks in her throat and pussy would climax when they were ready. Both were thrusting as deep and as fast as they could. The cocks in her hands, though, were her responsibility. She stroked them, massaged them from head to base, keeping her hands just tight enough to feel like a tight pussy or rectum, but not tight enough to chafe the skin. Kim knew there would be no sexual release for her these three hours. She and the other slaves were just to be used for a fucking and jetting semen into and onto. All Kim wanted was for each cock to fill her or cover her with cum quickly, and make way for the next cocks. Load after load filled her pussy until it was running out between her labia and dripping onto the grass below. Even more loads she gulped down her throat. Her hands, wrists and lower arms were caked with semen. Only two or three cocks had the force behind their ejaculation to reach Kim’s breasts, though Kim aimed each spewing cock towards her body. Kim could tell when the rotation of men came back around to the original men that started the first hour. It was taking longer for them to climax, after their first orgasm. Kim could feel sperm oozing over her anus, around the anal plug base, before it dripped to the ground. Her palms and fingers were slick with semen. He face was without a trace of cum, every cock exploding deep in her throat rather than pulling out and spraying her face. Kim idly wondered how much cum she swallowed during these sexcapades. Was it as much as the horse cum Master forced her to swallow? She wondered if there really was a difference in the taste of human semen and horse semen, or was it just the thought of swallowing an animal's cum that made the taste disgusting. She certainly didn’t mind swallowing a man’s sperm, in fact, she quite enjoyed it. Kim flushed with excitement each and every time she felt a cock start throbbing against her lips and in her throat, pumping what she considered a gift into her mouth or throat. If she had to be used as a cum dump, she preferred it to be orally, rather than vaginally or anally. Kim sensed that the cocks were taking even longer to erupt inside and over her. It must be the third time around, she guessed, or the fourth. Could it be the fifth? She didn’t know and she didn’t care. This is where her Master wanted her, and she was doing what her Master wanted her to do. The question struck her about what her Master was doing for release today. Was he fucking the slaves of other Masters and Mistresses? A fit of jealousy surged through Kim at the thought. A gag reflex brought Kim back from her idle thoughts. It took her a couple of seconds to recover as the cock in her throat kept pushing deep. She could barely feel the cocks in her pussy now. There was so much cum lubricating her that mostly she felt the balls slapping her ass, thighs smashing against her inner thighs and hands holding on to her ankles or thighs or hips. Her breasts and nipples felt raw from abuse. She never quite knew from which end, or side, her tits were being grabbed. All she could really do is try to ignore the aches and pains while accepting cocks deep within her and keep stroking the cocks in her hands. When the bell rang to end the sexcapades, Kim let her head hang listlessly, with her eyes closed. It only took a minute before Mary was at her side, wiping her hands and arms, releasing the straps that restrained her and then helping her to stand. Kim had once again been fucked the most, in each orifice. She was getting very popular with the betting crowd. Easy money, they kept saying. Helen had swallowed the third most and taken the fourth most in her pussy. Sixth in both categories was slave. When it came to the hand jobs, it was Helen, Kim and slave taking the top three spots. This wasn’t really a contest, so Kim didn’t listen for anyone else’s results. There was no sense going to the care tent. Mary and Dave led Kim and Helen out of the tent area and toward the mansion for a warm bathing in their grooming rooms. Kim would have loved to sit and soak for an hour or two, but the regular bathing was all she was allowed.
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6/20/2022 12:59 pm |
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