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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 Gala was fast approaching. Timothy was making sure that Kim and Helen were prepared for the rigors of being on center platform. And that didn’t mean they got to rest. Timothy had his slaves in the dungeon daily, restrained to various devices and fucking them in every way possible. He had staff from all over the estate coming in and out of the dungeon, having their way with Kim and Helen. The female staff, though few in number, were also brought in, most of them two or three times a day to make up for the low numbers of females on staff. Gentleness with the slaves was NOT a prerequisite. Helen thought she was going to be dead before the Gala, the way her Master was having her used twelve hours a day, every day. But Kim knew better. She knew that the staff of the estate, as rough and abusive as they could be, were nothing compared to the Masters, Mistresses and slaves that would be coming to the center platform, trying to “break” Kim and Helen and force them off the platform, needing relief. She had no preconceived notions that this year’s Gala would be easier than last year’s just because Helen would also be on the platform. Timothy said the expectation was for double to triple the turn out, so Kim expected to endure just as much, if not more, even with the time limitations. And on top of all the restraining and sex, Mary and Florence increased the yoga and exercise period to 3 hours each morning per Timothy’s orders. And they healthy meals, in Kim’s belief were more tortuous than the exercise and the sexual hours combined. The sex was the easy part, until Master took a turn. Kim still found her Master’s stamina and recovery incredible. Kim wondered if the equipment she and Helen would be restrained to, would be the same as last year. But her Master, when asked would only say, “You will see when you get there.” Kim knew her Master was right not to say, even if he knew. It made no difference. She and Helen would accept however they were restrained. Kim’s biggest concern was, if Inga be there. To that question, Master had a more definitive answer. “If she dares to show her face after humiliating herself at the Carnival, I’ll be on the platform to keep her off it. I’ve already informed the Gala organizers Mistress Inga is persona non grata anywhere near my slaves. They had no objections to that.” Timothy told Kim with a sneer of disrespect for Inga. Kim wondered for maybe the thousandth time, why Inga had called Timothy when she was hospitalized? They obviously had little respect for one another. But ultimately, Kim was glad Inga had called her Master. As rough as the start was with Master Timothy, Kim couldn’t imagine being owned by anyone else. Finally the day of the Gala arrived. Kim and Helen were given a dress and heels to wear for the first time since their arrival at the estate. They really didn’t need to be dressed for the short car ride to the airstrip, but it was early in the morning and a bit nippy out. Once in the air and the seatbelt sign was out, Timothy had his slaves strip and kneel at his feet as he read the paper. It was a three hour flight, cross country. Timothy had timed the departure to arrive so he would have just enough time to get Kim and Helen onto the center platform without them having to stand around or worse be restrained with nothing to do. He wanted no distractions, for Kim especially. He didn’t want Kim to see Inga or her ex slave sisters. He wanted Kim primed and ready to perform. Timothy’s reputation had skyrocketed in the community after the Carnival and he didn’t want anything to happen during the Gala to change that. For years timothy had maintained a place in the community by holding certain secrets over the heads of others. But now Kim and Helen’s showing at the Carnival had shown his skills as a Master. His two novice slaves had been the hit of the Carnival. It didn’t matter than Inga had found them. It didn’t matter what Kim had done at last year’s Gala for Inga. Timothy got the credit for the training of the slaves and their success at the Carnival. And word had spread rapidly about how he had handled Inga during the carnival, and about Kim and Helen’s presence at Timothy’s parties. Other Dominants kept asking him when he was going to start training more slaves. Slaves he could sell to lesser experienced Masters and Mistresses that had difficulty training slaves. None of the realized that Timothy was quite content with his slaves, that training more slaves for sale wasn’t enticing. He had trained Kim and Helen to HIS specific wants and desires. Training other slaves wouldn’t be a vocation for him, it would be a hobby. And he had enough hobbies to keep him busy. And they all involved Kim and Helen, except for running the estate, and Kim and Helen were part of the estate in his mind. A limo was waiting when they landed. Kim and Helen now wore a thin cape that barely covered their bottoms. The dresses and heels had been left on the jet. Helen was jittery, not really knowing what to expect. Kim was calm, she knew what to expect. And she knew just like last year, she would see the day through to the end. She would not embarrass her Master by being relieved. When they entered the hall the Gala was being held in, Kim almost hesitated in surprise at how many people were already in attendance, fifteen minutes before the official start time. Last year attendees had trickled in over the first hour. Timothy was leading Kim and Helen on their leashes. Helen felt overwhelmed by the existing throng of attendees now staring at her and Kim, some applauding their arrival. Low whimpers escaped Helen’s throat. Kim stepped a bit closer to her and took hold of Helen’s hand to comfort her. As they approached the center platform, Kim was stunned to see two rows of attendees already waiting. One line for Kim and the other for Helen. The second thing she noticed was that there were only two identical fixtures on the platform. Black metal bars in the shape of an “H”. And Kim had been on enough devices to recognize a device that rotated. “Master? Did you design these just for us?” Kim asked in a voice laced with gratitude, as Timothy led them up the steps to the platform. “Actually, my dear, I did not. But you can be certain that the blacksmith will have two ready by the end of the week.” Timothy replied while he admired the simple design of the devices, mentally listing the ways he would use them. Then he took Kim’s cape off with a flourish, followed by Helen’s. First, Kim and Helen had their midsections tightly restrained to the cross pipe. Next their ankles were lifted over their heads and secured to the tops of the side pipes on either side of their heads. They were now completely available vaginally or anally. Extra straps were added, securing the top of the thighs and the knees to the upright pipes. Their arms were brought inside their legs, then crossed over the back of their legs at the knees and secured to the bottom of the upright bars. A quick test of the devices rotation capabilities had Kim and Helen spinning slowly, forward and backwards until Helen was facing the ceiling and Kim the floor of the platform. Within seconds of the device being locked in place, Kim had a cock thrusting into her vaginal canal and another pushing past her lips, over her tongue and into her throat. Kim choked, surprised by the speed the cock drove into her throat. She vaguely heard something about a time limit, but since the only time that concerned her was the end of the Gala, she let the comment drift from her mind as she felt a cock slip under the fingers of one hand and a pussy rub against the other hand. Obediently, she got busy with her hands as best she could, stroking the cock and fingering the pussy and clit, allowing the owners to move their sex organs into the best position for Kim to assist them. The cocks fucking her throat and pussy were working at a torrid pace. Kim could hear both men moaning and breathing heavily, building to an orgasm. Kim thought to herself if they all cum this fast, she and Helen just might be able to satisfy all attendees. That’s when the vague comment she had heard came back to her and made sense. Each attendee had a time limit to spend with Kim and Helen to assure everyone attending the Gala a chance. As that realization struck her, she gulped down a load of sperm and felt more pumping into her pussy. Immediately the woman whose pussy she had been fingering moved to her face and was grinding herself against Kim’s mouth until Kim pushed her tongue into the woman’s gash. The man she had been giving a hand job too, moved behind her, gave three quick, deep thrusts into her pussy, then bore through her anus and into her rectum. While two more cocks slid along the fingers of each hand. It became an orderly assembly line process. Whoever Kim and Helen was “warming up” with their hands, were next for oral satisfaction or penetration. No one wasted any time and Kim and Helen figured out quickly that they had to do their part and bring the woman to a rapid orgasm. The cocks were thrusting at a ferocious pace each and every time. At the end of the first two hours, Kim and Helen got very little break. The devices were rotated until Helen was staring at the platform floor and Kim was looking at the ceiling, at least until a pussy sat on her face blocking her view, just as another cock speared her ass and two more found their way into her hands. The rotation happened so quickly, that all Kim had time to do was gasp as she was spun. She never had a chance to seek out her Master, though she was sure he was on the platform as he had said he would be. Sometime during the second two hour shift, while Kim was licking a pussy to orgasm, she heard, “Remember me?” Just before a warm stream of urine flooded her mouth and ran down her throat. The woman’s hands held Kim’s head in a vice like grip, but Kim didn’t bother to struggle. She remembered the woman’s voice. The woman from the last Gala, that had kissed Kim and shared Kim’s own piss, that the woman had forced out of Kim, during the kiss. After she finished, the woman crouched next to Kim’s head. “Did you save me any, dear?” The woman grinned. Kim parted her lips to show a pool of yellow liquid in her mouth. The woman squealed in delight, pressed her lips over Kim’s mouth and sucked her piss from Kim’s mouth. “You ARE a wonder!“ The woman stated, as a cock pushed down Kim’s throat. Kim, and Helen’s breasts and nipples were not spared during the frantic pace of sucking and fucking. Someone always was squeezing, pinching, pulling or twisting, usually at least two someone’s. Neither Kim nor Helen had any problems with the cocks, at least so far. Few came close to matching both the length and girth of their Master. A few were longer but thinner, a few were as thick, but shorter. The hard part was the position they were in. Kim’s back was starting to ache by the end of the first four hours. Before the start of the third two hour set, the slaves were rotated back over as they were for the first two hours. Kim didn’t care if she was up or down. It only really made a difference when servicing the woman. It was so much easier when the woman were able to sit on her face. Halfway through the third set, Kim found herself rotated upright. A short man climbed onto the crossbar and stuck his cock into Kim’s throat, while two more cocks filled her front and back and two pussies rubbed against her fingers. It seemed awkward to Kim, but she was a slave, she thought. It wasn’t up to her. For the first time all day, she felt filled. The cocks weren’t any bigger necessarily, it was that there was no other opening that gave her the feeling. When the three cocks unwittingly synchronized for a few strokes, filling Kim to their bases all at the same time, Kim came close to an orgasm, she just couldn’t get over the edge before the cock in her rectum filled her bowels, followed closely by the cock in her pussy. Kim was still gulping cum down her throat as she was lowered to a horizontal position. The short man hopping off her just as the device locked into place again. Kim was immediately sucking on a clit thrust against her lips. Then she felt lips caressing her own clit. It dawned on her that she had been fingering tow pussies while being triple fucked. One of them was sucking on her clit and thrusting fingers in both her pussy and anal tract. Kim’s lost orgasm, was resuscitated quickly by the experienced lips and hands of the woman between Kim’s labia. As her own orgasm built, Kim hungrily devoured the pussy and clit over her face. When fingers and thumbs stretched Kim’s nipples high into the air, she groaned into the pussy covering her mouth and climaxed, her body exploding with sensation the reverberated through her. She sucked on the clit in her lips and drew a concussive orgasm from the woman standing over her face. Both Kim and the woman sucking her clit, kept feeding the orgasmic forces without let up. The two women had to literally be pulled away from Kim when their time ran out, much to Kim’s disappointment, though she was able to milk a few more pleasurable moments from the cock that drove deep into her over sensitive pussy. The hours rolled by. Kim and Helen were rotated on the device every two hours. Kim finally realized that the rotating gave them each a two hour break from having the crossbar rubbing against their back when they were face up. Not once was Kim asked if she needed to be relieved. Whether it was her reputation, The MC’s judgement or Master Timothy’s decision, Kim didn’t know, and didn’t care. She would have declined being relieved anyway. Kim had lost track of how many times she had been rotated, not to mention a few more times upright for a three men to use her all at once. A woman had even climbed the device to get her pussy licked while Kim was upright. Even so, Kim knew it was late. Though not in nearly as much agonizing pain as the previous year, Kim was still sore, rubbed raw and exhausted. Then things took on a more intense light. As the next two cocks pumped away inside her. A cock fit itself in her right hand. But her left hand felt like it was holding a tree trunk. Even though Kim was face up, the cock in her mouth was attached to a body with a large beer belly that blocked Kim’s eye sight. She couldn’t see the owner of the huge cock in her hand, but she had a good idea who it belonged to and where he was going to put it when it was his turn. When the cock in her pussy erupted and pulled out of her, the tree trunk left her hand. Kim was about to take a deep breath in preparation for getting skewered by the monster black cock, when the cock in her throat spewed its load. While swallowing, Kim’s eyes rolled back into her head as her anus was stretched excruciatingly. Kim’s head hung backwards. She couldn’t bring herself to look at the man whose cock was stretching her bowels wide. A brutal thrust cause Kim to open her mouth wide while she gasped. In a flash a Jennings gag kept her mouth spread wide for another cock to enter. If she hadn’t been in so much pain, Kim might have laughed. Someone had remembered how Kim had been biting down of a crop handle the last time this cock had sodomized her. Kim could do no more than grunt and whimper around the cock stuffing her throat as her rectum was bored out. She was oblivious to the hands and fingers torturing her breasts and nipples. Her entire being was taken up by the cock tunneling deep into her bowels in a vicious barrage of hammer like strokes. The cock in her throat coated her throat with cum. When the cock pulled from her lips, she heard a deep booming voice. “Take that damn thing out of her mouth. I wanna hear her scream again!” bellowed the owner of the tree truck. Kim lifted her head and saw the behemoth drilling into her ass. Saw his wicked leer, his intense eyes staring at her, waiting for her to scream. Kim let her head fall backwards again and gritted her teeth. She groaned and grunted with each savage thrust. Tears flowed freely from her wised open eyes, staring into the crowd upside down. But she refused to scream. The behemoth thrust even more ruthlessly. Kim only grunted and groaned deeper and longer. Just when she was about to break and scream, her eyes fell on Inga in the crowd watching, with Lisa at her side wearing a serving tray and disheveled from being used throughout the night. Kim could clearly see Inga rooting for the behemoth to break Kim’s spirit. When Inga glanced down at Kim, and their eyes met. Kim slowly shook her head left and right. She wanted dearly to mouth “FUCK YOU!” at Inga, but that would mean unclenching her teeth. She was afraid she would scream if she did that and she was now resolved anew, to not scream. When she heard the MC say time was up and the big black man protested. Kim lifted her head and yelled “Let him finish, Sir!” Kim swung her head around looking for her Master. Master? Please! Let him finish?” Kim begged, without seeing him. When she finally caught sight of Timothy, with Helen already beside him, shaking her head, NO, at Kim, she saw a curt nod to the MC and the cock began pummeling her rectum anew. Kim set her teeth again and stared up at the behemoth. It took another ten minutes of agony, before the tree truck gushed a huge load deep in Kim’s bowels. Kim wasn’t sure if the behemoth’s howl was orgasmic or in frustration at not forcing Kim to scream. When the cock finally slid from within her, Kim groaned one last time as the head spread her anus wide, then she went limp as a corpse. She hung her head back and looked for Inga, but her former Mistress was gone, and Lisa with her. A limp tree trunk, then blocked her view, and she heard the booming voice once more. “Until next year.” The words were not an invitation, not a challenge. They were a promise. As the man stomped away, Kim felt the frame begin rotating her into an upright position. She saw a beaming with pride Master, a worried sister slave with Florence beside her, and Mary, working feverishly to release Kim. The night was over. Kim couldn’t wait to get back to the estate. Being away from the estate, she thought, was like taking the Mona Lisa out of the Louvre for a day exhibit elsewhere. The estate was where she belonged.
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7/23/2022 5:44 pm |
Amazing picture! She can handle it.
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