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44 Kim Under the Clouds Sorry gang, I totally forget about Kim today. Story in comments   |
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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 barely slept while lashed to the bamboo pentagram. Each time she relaxed her legs and let her arms support her, the position became painful on her shoulders and, like being crucified, made it hard to breathe. She could nod off, but soon woke to ache in her shoulders and back, with shortness of breath until she used her feet to prop herself up. She had wondered why her ankles had been tied, allowing her feet to reach a bamboo pole and not just leaving her supported only by her arms. Now she knew. Was this a kindness by Master? Or was it really too dangerous without giving the foot support? Kim hadn’t noticed clouds rolling in overnight, but when she felt raindrops start pelting her, she looked up at a starless sky, too dark still to see the thickness of the cloud cover. It was impossible for her to judge the time, and as the rain starting getting steadier, she lost the ability to hear what was happening around the area. Before long, Kim was exposed to a downpour. The rain came straight down on the windless morning. Kim kept her head bowed to try and keep the rain off her face. The bamboo became slick, and her feet constantly slid off the poles. She knew Mary had to be around somewhere in the darkness, but if she hadn’t come to release Kim by now, Master didn’t want her taken down from her perch. She was startled when a long plastic straw nudged her lips. She looked from the straw down to Mary, who only mimed zipping her lips while thrusting a cup with the straw up to Kim. Kim got the message, no talking allowed. She took the straw between her lips and sucked. She wanted to gag on the thick liquid. Though it was fruit of some kind, there were other ingredients in the “smoothie”. Probably for nourishment. That meant, Kim presumed, she was going to be left out in the rain. After Kim grudgingly finished the awful tasting drink, Mary unlashed the pole holding the dildo inside Kim’s vagina and eased it out of Kim. Kim gave a sigh of relief, before she saw Mary lubricating the dildo anew. Kim groaned as Mary inserted the dildo into Kim’s rectum this time, though Mary tried to be gentle. The dildo wasn’t as long or thick as her Master, but her muscles were tight from splayed out all night. Her legs and buttocks more so since her lower body was trying to support Kim and make breathing easier. The dildo felt huge inside her, but relaxing her lower body muscles wasn’t really an option if she wanted to breathe close to normally. She was sure Master had thought of all this. He may have even been watching from somewhere. Probably nice and dry, too, thought Kim. Kim was again alone. She didn’t bother looking or listening for activity around her. She doubted anyone was going to stop in the middle of the rainstorm to gawk at Kim splayed out on the poles. If they did have to be out in the rain, they would want to get what they needed to get done completed, so they could get out of the rain. Kim wondered if Master had known it was going to rain today. Probably so, Master wasn’t someone that left things to chance. Even with the rain, Kim felt the day warming. It was going to be hot even with the rain, and humid too. Sweat was already pouring from Kim’s body, though it was quickly washed away. Unlike overnight, Anytime Kim felt thirsty, she just lifted her head and opened her mouth. It was raining more than hard enough for her to fill her mouth and swallow. The rain, pelting the top of her head or the back of her head when she dropped her head down, was incredibly irritating for Kim. She couldn’t recall the last time she was out in a rain like this without an umbrella, or rain hat. When there was enough light to see, Kim looked toward the mansion. There, up on the second story veranda, was her Master with Helen kneeling by his side. She could see Master moving his hand to Helen’s mouth, feeding her breakfast. Again, her Master was playing with her emotions without being near Kim. Kim wanted to be out of the rain, kneeling beside her Master being fed breakfast in the worst way. Tears welled in her eyes as she watched Helen take a sip of something from Master’s glass. It wasn’t fair, Kim told herself. “I was out here all night without complaint. I should have been bathed and groomed, kneeling beside Master being fed.” She wanted to scream across the lawn. She banged her head back against the bamboo pole and sobbed. Tears mixed with the rain on her face. When she looked back at her Master, she saw Helen’s head was between his thighs. By reflex, she pulled at the ropes lashing her to the bamboo poles, wanting to break free. To run to the mansion and up the stairs. Out onto the veranda to go down on her knees to offer her mouth to her Master. She looked despondently at her bindings. That hadn’t given a tiny bit at her tugging. She looked back up at the veranda and saw clearly that Master was staring at her as he face fucked Helen, her head pushed against the veranda railing. That’s when it dawned on Kim how she was being controlled, being manipulated. The knowledge didn’t make her feel any better, any different. How could it? Master was showing her what she wanted, what she craved, what he knew Kim would do anything, in this instant, to attain. And he was showing her, she couldn’t have it. That he was keeping it from her. That Master was in total control of her life and all that could or would happen during her life. Still yearning to be up on that veranda, Kim calmed, rested her head against a bamboo pole and watched enviously as Helen struggled to swallow her Master’s cock, and then his load of cum down her throat. Kim licked her lips while watching Helen lick and suck Master’s cock clean. Kim wondered if Helen even realized how Master was using her to make Kim more miserable than the rain and hours on the pentagram could possibly make Kim. The rain kept coming down heavily. Kim could see the ground softening. Looking around, she could see large puddles on the paths and roads. She hadn’t seen or heard any servants or employees. It was the first day of rain since she had been brought to the estate, maybe Master gave everyone the day off when it rained, at least this hard, thought Kim. Kim was waterlogged. Her fingers and toes had started to prune as if she had been soaking in a tub for hours. The humidity was stifling and along with the heat had Kim swooning. The rain kept Kim from passing out, both from the heat and lack of sleep. She wondered what time it was, but knew it didn’t matter. She was going to stay up on the poles until Master decided otherwise. She kept an eye up on the veranda, but Master and Helen had gone inside after Helen had sucked Master clean. She knew it had been hours since she had seen anyone on the veranda. And she knew the day was getting darker. Once again, Kim was startled by the straw touching her lips. She wasn’t surprised to see Mary below this time. Reflexively, she took the straw into her mouth and sucked. More awful “smoothie”. But it was obviously going to be all Kim got for nourishment. There would be no dinner for her. No being removed from the poles. No getting dry. When Mary was once again out of sight, Kim saw the lights of the dining room come on. She wouldn’t be able to see Master and Helen, but she could imagine them eating. She wondered enviously what Master was having for supper, what he was feeding Helen. She wondered if Master had fucked Helen yet today. Would he fuck her this evening? Would he take her to the dungeon? Kim stared with longing at the dining room lights through the pouring rain. Though she felt no jealousy towards Helen, she was overflowing with envy and longing. By the time the lights in the dining room were turned out, Keep was weeping quietly. She knew what her master was doing to her, but was helpless to fight it. She badly wanted what she was being denied. Not only being denied, but having to see what she was missing. On top of the pain and discomfort of being left out all night and now, in the rain all day. But one thing she wouldn’t do, even if her Master could hear her, was beg. She hadn’t been a slave long, but she had never begged to be released from the restraint she was placed in. She had never begged for enjoyment or pleasure. Kim was sure, in her heart, her Master would think less of her if she begged like that. Her pleading to continue competing in the carnival was different. She wanted to continue to make her master proud besides proving to Inga the value of the slave she had sold, to get back at Inga for spurning the love Kim had given her unconditionally. Master had wanted that too. And Kim knew also, that though he was surely concerned about Kim’s health, Master enjoyed seeing Kim deal with the pain she had. He probably enjoyed Kim wanting to continue, regardless of the pain. And now, when physically abusing Kim was unwise due to the healing welt all over her body, Master turned to the psychological and emotional to torture Kim. Kim had no doubts that she was totally broken to her Master’s will. She accepted that, as she accepted slavery being for the rest of her life. She would never recant. She would submit and obey Master Timothy every minute, of every hour, of every day, for the rest of her life. She would endure without complaint whatever he did with her and trust her Master to keep her safe and free from serious harm. A dim light on the veranda showed Master leading Helen by her leash, on her hands and knees. Again, Kim had to watch, as her Master knew she would, while Helen sucked their Master hard. Just like the previous night, Timothy lifted Helen from the floor, but this time from behind, his arms between her legs and then his hands locking behind her neck. When Timothy lanced into Helen, Kim saw Helen throw her head back in hellish pain, unable to scream or cry out. Kim imagined Master’s cock battering Helen’s bowels this time. She couldn’t know for sure, but it made sense to her. Kim stared as Master brutally fucked Helen, her arms and legs flopping around with each vicious thrust into her. Helen looked like a rag doll to Kim. It looked like Master could snap her in two, either with his cock, or by his hands behind Helen’s neck. Kim was too far away from the veranda to hear any noise from Helen. But when Master climaxed, he turned his head toward Kim and roared through his release. When he was finished, He hoisted Helen’s legs over the railing and faced Kim, his cock still embedded. Helen was limp in his arms, dangling over the railing. For a moment, Kim thought Master would do the unthinkable and drop Helen from the veranda to the patio below. But just as quickly as he had lifted her over the railing, he brought her back and gently lay her on the floor. He stood with his feet spread, arms across his chest, staring at Kim, while Florence help Helen up and off to her quarters Kim stared back, though neither could see the other’s eyes in the dimming light. With a flourish, her Master turned and went inside the mansion. The dim light on the veranda was extinguished and Kim was left staring into the dark. After long moments, she looked skyward in tears. Another night on the bamboo poles awaited her. As her tears ran down her cheeks, she noticed it had stopped raining at some point. The clouds had breaking up. Just like her psyche and her emotions had been broken up by her Master. She wasn’t told this was part of her punishments that she had accrued. Master would have told her that. No, this was all just because he could.
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7/23/2022 5:47 pm |
Nice pics! 
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