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Kim was tasked with getting all the slaves released and to their rooms in the morning. She had wakened early and removed the toilet paper from her fingers, knowing Master would be by to tell her to release the others. She went to Lisa first. Using a key to unlock chains seemed easier than unknotting rope. Kim dropped the key to free Lisa repeatedly, while still whimpering and sobbing. She didn’t answer Lisa’s repeated questions about what was wrong. When Lisa saw Kim’s fingertips, she was livid. She hugged and kissed Kim passionately, not caring where Master was or if he might see them. She went with Kim to release Karen, and the 3 went to the dungeon to release Helen and Karen. Beth and Karen were as horrified as Helen had been the night before about Kim’s fingers. Lisa insisted of helping Kim shower and wash her hair. Helen got to Kim’s bathroom after her own shower, before Lisa got to Kim’s hair and convinced Lisa to go shower herself and let Helen wash Kim’s hair. Kim’s hands were near useless. It was amazing that Kim, Helen and Lisa got to the kitchen in time. Kim did her best to help, using the heels of her hands to get items out of the refrigerator. Anything that touched the tips of her fingers set a shock of pain up her arm. Timothy left a note in the kitchen that Kim was to serve him his breakfast. Lisa placed Timothy’s plate in the palm of Kim’s hand and rubbed her back. The others looked on sympathetically. Kim backed through the door to the breakfast area, and carefully slid the plate from her palm to the table in front of her Master. Using both hands, she painfully refilled his coffee cup. “Well done, Kimberly, well done. Breakfast looks perfect. Go have breakfast with the others.” Timothy said with genuine praise. “Thank you, Sir.” Kim said flatly, not caring a bit for the praise. Lisa helped Kim eat breakfast, or Kim may have just used her mouth and tongue as if punished. There was no joy at the slave’s breakfast table, but there was plenty of love. Lisa continuously kissed Kim deeply and stroked her arm. Timothy had another surprise at the front door. “Since neither Kimberly nor Helen should be driving today, they will open the shop, so Lisa can drive them. Elizabeth and Karen will do the daily chores and open tomorrow instead. Karen was relieved a bit. She knew she was a target of Timothy today, going in later just put it off a bit, but it was only a bit. Lisa also knew she was in for something painful with Timothy. Helen knew she had to try again to swallow Master’s cock and maybe something else painful. Kim didn’t know what to think. Would she have another session of pain? Would today be her pussy’s turn at getting fucked? Would her painfully fingers give Master reason to punish her whether it was her turn for torment or not? When they got to the shop, Timothy grabbed Kim’s neck painfully. “You won’t be any good on the sales floor today. Come with me to the office. Don’t bother changing.” “As you wish, Sir.” Kim responded quietly. Lisa and Helen could only watch Kim being led to the office, both of them disheartened. “Get under the desk.” Master instructed Kim when they entered the office. “I have boring paperwork to do this morning. You can keep me amused.” “Yes Sir.” Kim replied, acceptingly. She crawled under the desk, careful to keep her hands to her body. She knelt patiently, waiting for Timothy to sit and pull his chair to the desk. When he sat and pulled the chair close enough for Kim to reach, his cock was already out, his pants down around his knees. “Don’t bother trying to take the whole thing, it’s too cramped under there. Just do the best you can to keep me from falling asleep with this damn paperwork.” Timothy instructed and complained at the same time. From above the desk. “As you wish, Sir.” Kim responded before kissing the head of the cock and slipping her lips around and then over the head... The chair was just low enough from the underside of the desk for Kim to get her head between. She slid her lips down the growing length of the cock until her chin bumped the front of the chair seat, and she could go no further, as Timothy had predicted. Her movements on the cock weren’t the usual head bobbing. She had to move her upper body forward and back, keeping the cock almost parallel to the carpeted floor. Kim took her time. For a change, this was not about being brutalized. Though part of Kim wanted to just bite the head off the cock for what this Master had been doing to her and the other slaves, Kim’s submissive soul, told her to lavish her Master with pleasurable sensations. She held her arms behind her back as she was taught, keeping her fingers slightly curled, protecting the tips. Kim used her mouth, lips and tongue lovingly on as much of the shaft as she could take into her. The head had swollen too wide to ease into Kim’s throat, and this wasn’t the time to force it down. Kim pulled the head deep and let it bump gently against her esophageal ring, using swallows as a sucking action on the head, while her lips and tongue moved over the shaft. Kim could hear papers shuffled and a pen scribbling above her head, but there were no moans or sighs. Nothing to indicate Kim was having any effect on her Master’s emotions or physical sensations. Kim didn’t feel slighted by this. She knew her Master was a sadist. Her tender licking and sucking was just a diversion to her Master while he worked. That was fine with Kim, she was a slave, and her duty was to please her Master. Though her back, neck and jaw ached, Kim was determined to please. Kim had no idea how long she had been sucking on Master’s cock until she heard high heels clacking on the storeroom floor. Karen and Beth were going to the sales floor. Kim found it hard to believe that she had been sucking her Master’s cock for 5 hours, and he hadn’t orgasmed or taken a break. She heard Timothy call to Karen and tell her to send Helen to the office. Kim heard Timothy putting papers together. He leaned back in the chair and extended his legs along each side of Kim’s body. Glancing up from under the desk, Kim saw that her Master had closed his eyes and had started breathing faster. Kim took the hint and began moving her lips along the shaft and sucking harder. Timothy pushed the chair back from the desk and Kim waddled on her knees forward, to keep her mouth on Master’s cock. Kim now had space to begin bobbing her head. She pushed down until the cock head banged into her esophageal ring, causing her to gag each time. Her master gripped Kim’s hair, but didn’t force her head further than Kim went herself. With a grunt, Timothy started pumping into Kim’s mouth. Kim swallowed the first spurt quickly, then dove her head down until the cock head banged against her esophagus, allowing the semen to spew into her throat. Kim gulped the thick goo down furiously, straining to look up at her Master’s face the whole time. When the cock stopped pumping, Kim sucked her Master clean, always staring up until he opened his eyes and met Kim’s. She kissed the wilted head of the cock and then took it back between her lips, still meeting Master’s eyes. “You called for me, Sir.” Helen said from the doorway. Kim wondered how long Helen had been standing there. Timothy broke eye contact with Kim and slid the chair back further, pulling his cock head out of Kim’s lips. “Yes, it’s time for your lesson. Kimberly has given you a chance to work with a non-erect cock.” Timothy said as if Helen had been done a gracious favor. “Come here and kneel.” He commanded. “Yes Sir.” Helen answered demurely. She walked around the desk and knelt, glancing at Kim, kneeling half under the desk. Without prompting, Helen kissed the cock head and took it into her tiny mouth. She began sliding her lips along the limp shaft. Timothy’s cock was like a dead eel. Helen had difficulty bobbing her head as the cock drooped each time it left her mouth. And of course, she could not use her hands. Helen kept glancing sideways at Kim. Helen changed her tactic. She stopped bobbing her head and just tried to get as much cock into her as she could. She gagged as she moved her lips along the limp shaft. She stopped when she started choking as the head reached the top of her throat. She struggled to control the choking, then took a deep breath and plunged her head forward until the head popped into her throat. Helen was coughing drool over the shaft now. She couldn’t go further, though she tried. Her eyes looked up at her Master as her eyes welled with tears. “Well, that’s better than yesterday, at least.” Timothy said, his voice laced with disappointment. Helen slowly moved her head back, coughing and gagging as the head came out of her throat. When the cock left Helen’s lips, Timothy swiveled the chair to face Kim. “Clean this drool off me.” He commanded, pointing his hand at his saliva coated cock.” “Yes Sir.” Kim said, and began sucking the cock into her mouth and slurping it clean. “You, go to lunch.” Timothy said to Helen, with a wave of his hand, while watching Kim suck his cock clean. “Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.” Helen thought about saying she would do better tomorrow, but didn’t want to push her luck, and make a promise she might not be able to keep. Kim had sucked her Master’s cock clean, but he hadn’t told her to stop, so she continued giving Timothy a thorough blow job. He still hadn’t told her or tried to force her to take his cock into her throat. Kim kept filling her mouth until the head reached her throat, then backed off. Often, after he had become erect again, Kim would use her tongue to lick up and down the length of the shaft. She licked at his scrotum, the 10-inch erection resting on her head or face. On and on Kim went, just like that morning. Kim was expecting her Master to, at any moment, bed her over the desk, or lay her out on the couch and fuck her pussy. Kim had been keeping mental track of Timothy’s different copulations with the slaves. Kim expected to get fucked hard today, Lisa was due for an anal pounding and Karen was in line for throat fucking. The new Master had been very systematic in his approach to using his temporary slaves. Kim had no way to gauge time except the clacking of heels on the tile floor of the storeroom. She heard light clacking go to the break area, that had to be Helen. When the same clacking went back towards the sales floor, it had to be Helen again. Kim deduced she had been Giving Master a blow job for an hour. She heard Master lift the phone receiver. “Lisa, send Karen to the office.” Timothy said curtly, before replacing the receiver. Karen showed up at the door moments later. “You sent for me, Sir?” Karen asked with a shaky voice. Did she know what was in store for her? Kim wondered while she sucked on the cock head. “Yes, I did. Come in and remove those damn panties.” Timothy said with another wave of his hand. Karen politely replied her assent and slipped her panties off. “Kimberley, you may go to lunch. I believe Lisa has been waiting to take her lunch with you. Close the office door when you leave.” Timothy said with a grin that said, “I know all your secrets.” “Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.” Kim said as she got to her feet, her hands going protectively to her midsection. She left hurriedly, giving Karen a sympathetic look. “You, come here, lay on the couch, on your back, with your head over the arm.” Commanded Timothy, as he rose from the chair, his cock at full attention. Karen barely got her “Yes Sir.” Out, before she gagged and arched her body off the cushions as Timothy speared her throat and drove deep. Kim’s saliva, the only lubricant on his dick. Kim and Lisa had to spend most of their lunch listening to Karen’s gagging and choking as Timothy fucked her throat. Kim tried to feed herself, and she was better able to, the pain in her fingers starting to wane. But Lisa help anyway when Kim started to have a hard time at the end of the meal. Lisa used her own mouth, instead of a napkin, to clean Kim’s lips…frequently. Always looking at the office door, just in case. It wasn’t that Kim and Lisa were indifferent to Karen’s gagging and choking, but they both knew they were due for their own torment, and there was nothing they could do to help Karen. When their dinner was done, Lisa headed back to the sales floor, Inviting Kim to come along. But Kim had a good idea, Master wanted her back in the office when he was done with Karen. Kim had only a short time to wait. Karen came out of the office sobbing and whimpering. She came near Kim to inform Kim that Master wanted her back in the office. Karen was trying to compose herself, but Kim knew from experience how difficult it was to take Master down your throat. Kim went into the office, as Karen went to the sales floor. Timothy held up a hand to Kim indicating she was to stay quiet and waved Kim to him. Without prompting, Kim knelt at her Master’s feet, kissed the head of his cock and began sucking him into her mouth. Kim was still blowing her Master an hour later when she heard 2 sets of clacking heels headed for the break area. Beth and Karen, going to eat dinner. After already climaxing twice, once each in Kim’s and Karen’s oral cavities, it had taken Kim this long to get Master back to full extension of his cock. Timothy took hold of Kim’s hair in one hand and lifted her from her knees, his cock dropping from her mouth. Kim gasped and stifled a scream. Timothy led her to the couch and sat her down. He closed the office door with one hand, pulled Kim forward until her back was resting on the seat cushion, her head angled against the back cushions. He lifted her legs by the ankles, one in each hand, and pinned them to the cushions above Kim’s head. With no warning, Timothy pierced Kim’s labia and thrust to the hilt, stretching Kim’s pussy lips and vaginal canal wide. Kim screamed and slapped the backs of her hands on the seat cushions beside her, still conscious of protecting her fingertips. Kim had the breath in her lungs forced out of her with each vicious thrust, the wide head of the 10-inch cock punching at her cervix again and again. She knew Beth and Karen could hear her wails and cries, just as she had heard Karen gagging and choking. She was sure Master planned it that way. He practiced both physical sadism and mental sadism. Try as she might, Kim could not control her cries, wails and screams any more than the other slaves could. It was all any of them could do not to beg for mercy, beg for Master to stop. They had all consented voluntarily to trust Mistress Inga’s judgement, and by extension her judgement in Master Timothy. Timothy was drilling in and out of Kim at a ferocious pace. Kim’s wails and cries were each just a continuation of the last one. Timothy’s iron grip on her ankles, held close together above her head, prevented Kim from spreading her legs to try and ease the penetration. Kim had her eyes clinch shut, but tears leaked out and down her cheeks. Timothy did nothing for Kim’s excitement, this fuck was all about Master. His last thrust into Kim, Timothy wrenched her ankles wide. With her thighs spread, Timothy drove deeper than he had, drawing a gut-wrenching scream from Kim as her Master’s cock head bludgeoned her cervix like a sledgehammer. His semen spewing over Kim’s cervix. When her Master pulled from her pussy, he reached down for a handful of Kim’s hair and pulled her off the couch to her knees. Kim knew what her Master wanted her to do with his withering cock. She bent her head, kissed the head, took it in her mouth and began swallowing the cock down her throat as it became smaller and smaller. The head went into her throat with relative ease, and she soon had her lips at the base, vacuuming both his semen and her secretions from Master limp cock. She slowly worked her lips back, sucking hungrily as she went, until she reached the head, which she kissed as it left her mouth. “Don’t let a drop seep from your cunt.” Her Master warned her. He called the front counter and told whoever answer to send Helen back to the office. Poor Helen, thought Kim. She was probably fearing the worst on her walk to the office.
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5/25/2022 2:00 pm |
Lucky girl.
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I would not agree.
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Not my idea of luck 
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