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58 Kim and Sunday Carnival part 2 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 Mary went through a treatment routine that was now irritating Kim. She knew she needed the treatment on her anus, but also resented needing it. As good as the lotions felt when applied, she wished she would heal faster so she could just enjoy giving pleasure in the events and compete freely in the contests. She didn’t want to quit and roll over just because she had already qualified to move forward to the next round. She didn’t want her Master to baby her and hold her back. She wanted to go all out and make him proud. Helen noticed Kim’s brooding and gave her a pat on the shoulder, but gave Kim her space. Helen, herself had qualified for the semifinals also, but saw Kim was in no mood for celebrations. She could well imagine the pain Kim was in, but had no idea of the anguish Kim felt about being told to quit in a competition. “Kim, I know you are upset. I know you wanted to continue.” Started Timothy as soon as he knelt next to Kim’s head on the bench. Kim looked up at her Master almost crying, but Timothy didn’t allow her to start speaking. “I’m no less proud of you than I would be if you had won the contest, and I’m very sure you would have. I’m more proud that you obeyed me. You must understand, I am managing your health, to make sure you can finish all the events and contests, and give you the best chance of winning. You are in a better position now that you would be if you continued. My decision was based on your best interest.” Timothy spoke softly, but firmly. Confidently, just like he always did. There was no coddling Kim. “Thank you for explaining Master. I understand you want what’s best for me.” Kim said, a touch of shame in her voice. She knew better than to doubt her Master. Timothy gave her a pat on the cheek and kiss on the forehead and got up and walked away. Mary snapped Kim’s leash on. It was time for the next sexcapade. Before walking off behind Mary, Kim called to Helen to find out how she had done. Guilt in her voice at ignoring Helen. Helen’s bright smile and news of qualifying, were the all the medicine Kim needed to perk right up and put the past contest’s disappointment behind her. Kim was perplexed when she walked in the tent and only saw a ring of small boxes in the middle of the tent. There were no ropes, leather straps or cuffs, nothing furnishings. Just the small boxes. When Mary led her closer to the boxes, all things became clear in her mind, and she unconsciously arched her back in dread of her position for the next three hours. Each box had four small holes in the top of the box. The top of the box, was actually three boards. As the first two boards were removed, she saw the last board formed half of two holes. Kim stood in the box and looked down as the center board slid into place, forming the second half of the holes her ankles were now locked into and forming half of the last two holes. Kim bent at the waist, her knees straight, and placed her wrists against the edge of the half holes. The last plank slid into place, locking her wrists in the holes. Kim was now bent over, her ass sticking out and her head hanging low for the next three hours. She could hear the wagering in full voice inside the tent. She knew this was a Masters only sex event, so she would be drilled in all holes. The only saving grace being that Karl would not be involved any longer, though his mark would be felt every time a man spear Kim’s rear hole. When the bell rang to start, Kim lifted her head with her mouth open. Still the first Master clinched his fist in her hair and pulled her head a bit higher as he thrust into her mouth, over her tongue and down her throat. At the same time, her pussy lips were split, a cock driving deep into her sex. Kim moaned with glee, knowing she had no fears of a huge dick causing pain. She knew she could handle the rest of the men at Carnival. Before she knew it, she was swallowing a load of cum down her throat and accepting another cock deep anew. Kim really had little control over her body in the position she was in. While the base of the box was stable, being fucked orally and from the rear, had her moving to and fro. As time moved forward, her wrists and ankles got sore from being pushed against the edges of the holes as the humping moved her forward and backward. She sensed the Masters had been told, or knew they had to keep a hold on the slaves to not let them topple as they got more and more fatigued. The base of the box might be stable, but the weight of a slave leaning too far could roll it over, or injure an ankle or wrist. Kim felt the ach in her back and yearned to straighten up and stretch. Semen dribbled from her ass and pussy, drool dripped down her chin. Yet the fucking went on. She heard groans and moans of pain all around her. Kim’s wasn’t the only back aching, not the only wrists and ankles that were sore and chafed. But she concentrated on the pleasure moans and groans of the men she was pleasing. That is why she was there, in this position. To please these men. When the finishing bell rang, and all the men had finished in the slave they were with, there was a dash to free the slaves. When Mary removed the first plank, Kim immediately brought her hands to her knees and pushed herself upright agonizingly slow due to the stiffness and pain. All the other slaves stayed bent over. When the second board came out, most of the slaves went to their knees in pain. Kim put her hands on the base of her back and arched backwards. As the other slaves began trying to straighten up, Kim was offering her collar to Mary for her leash, ready to be led away first. Kim walked shakily from the event tent to the care tent. Her legs were rubbery, her back ached, her wrists and ankles were raw. But she kept her head held high, gritted her teeth and strode on behind Mary until she got into the care tent, Where she dropped heavily on the care table. Mary went to work. More lotion for her anus, creams for her raw wrists and ankles that were red, but not bleeding. And then liniment and massage for Kim’s back. It was all very rushed and Helen got the same treatment. The next contest was fast approaching. Mary was angry more time had not been given to the slaves to rest, but all she could do was her best to get Kim ready. Too quickly, Mary had Kim up and walking to the next contest of the day. Kim had already advanced to the semifinals, so the contest actually meant nothing. But Mary, and Timothy knew that Kim would be going all out to win and make her Master proud. The next contest was another crotch torment. Another Japanese rope walk, this time with a knotted hemp line. Kim could hear the moans and groans of the other slaves, knowing that the stiff scratchy hemp was going to be passing through the labia until they reach a knot that would pass through. Kim judged the knots at every three feet as she looked at the line stretched across the field. That made it fifty five knots to pass through each slaves pubes, possibly sliding against the clit, as each knot was actually a double knot, raising it high of the line. Kim stood against her starting pole, keeping herself quiet, unlike the other slaves. She couldn’t believe how they whined. She would be mortified if she embarrassed her Master like that. And undoubtedly, harshly punished for it too. Kim’s forearms were encased in a leather binder behind her back. There would be no using hands to push down on the rope to get over the knots. Kim lifted up on her toes as the line was pulled taut between her legs, the first knot a mere three feet in front of her. She tried to decide how to proceed. How to take each knot. She estimated her stride at about two feet, but on her toes, it would be shortened. Maybe a foot and a half, so the knot would be at the end of a stride or just before a stride. She was so far up on her toes, she saw no way to hop over the knots. She also knew she couldn’t move to fast over the dry hemp for fear of rope burning her pussy lips and bruising her clit. This would be no all-out sprint. When the gun fired to start, Kim took to steps forward quickly, then slowed. Carefully she took a small step forward feeling the first knot grate through her pubes. She could hear groans and shrieks on either side of her, but gritted her teeth and stayed silent. Two more steps and she slowed again for the second knot. She could see peripherally, that a few slaves were out ahead, taking long steps. They were also the ones shrieking the loudest. Kim kept to her two big steps, one tiny step over the knot, rhythm. It made sense to her. She wasn’t far behind the slaves rushing forward, but she thought soon enough they would slow done from the pain of the knots. Two knots behind her became four knots, then six knots. By ten knots her pubes were sore, but she could bear it without a sound. She was about five yards behind a half dozen slaves that were trying to rush out to victory. By twenty knots (twenty yards) she was catching up as the other slaves began slowing down from the pain of the knots and the strain of walking on their toes. With thirty knots/yards behind her, Kim was only a couple of yards behind the pack of four leaders. All four of the leading slaves were glancing around continuously, blindly forging forward over the knots that dug into their genitals, sometimes by complete surprise. Kim kept her eyes on the knot coming up each time. Another two quick steps and a short step, with now, a little added hop, if her toes could lift her. Her pubes felt raw from the friction of the rope and the knots. Her teeth were clamped together. She heard rather than saw a couple of slaves fall behind her and she cautioned herself to watch her balance. At the forty yard mark, tears were streaming down her cheeks. She didn’t know it, but she was the last of the slaves to have tears flowing. Most were crying or sobbing loudly. She was also even with three other slaves who had all slowed considerably. At forty-five yards, Kim was neck and neck with one other slave, everyone else falling off to a snail’s pace, just trying to finish. Kim kept at her pace, remembering her Master’s warning about doing anything foolish that my harm her. There was one knot left. One yard to go. She took her two steps and was ready for the last small step over the knot, when the other slave took a page out of Kim’s book and dove forward on the rope, her sex bouncing off the taut hemp line and throwing her over the finish line just ahead of Kim’s final step. Kim stood stock still over the finish line, not willing to let the rope grate her any further. She looked at the winning slave with a grin of appreciation at her intensity and will. Their eyes locked for a moment, and Kim gave her a nod of congratulations. When Kim’s rope line was loosed and fell to the ground, she dearly wanted to fall with it, but settled for lowering her heels to the ground and spreading her legs to try and relieve the raw burn between her labia. Mary was quickly beside her, unbinding her arms and whispering encouragements and congratulations. Mostly for not diving to the finish herself. As soon as the race was deemed over, Mary led Kim away to the care tent. Kim walked gingerly, wincing with each step, but unwilling to walk with her legs spread and looking “unlady like”. She was sure that would get back to her Master In the care tent, Mary spent as much time putting lotion on Kim’s genitals as she did her anus. The cooling lotion was a help, but Kim was dreading, as all the slaves surely were the next sexcapade event. Helen joined the care area a bit later, her race running longer than Kim’s. Helen had placed third. Her short legs fighting hard for that against two long legged slaves. But, it was no matter really to Timothy. Both his slaves did well and they were already in the semifinals. And both had made him proud. He praised them both and carefully checked their genitals for damage before giving both a kiss on the forehead and pats on the back. Kim and Helen loved the attention from their Master, and were determined to with the next event no matter how sore they were.
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9/7/2022 5:54 pm |
I like the spirit that goes into the carnival! 
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Forcing the ladies to straddle and then traverse the knotted rope has always turned me on in a major way. Thanks for taking the time to write this....excellent work.
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Very Hot Erotic Prose😎
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Thank you. 
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Hmmm been over a month, not to rush greatness, but, any hope for another chapter?
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