1 Name: Venom : 2009-01-10 17:09
The turbine house's interior was a hall of titanic dimensions.
The ancient turbines and generators were still resting in their
positions, but between their foundations all forms of abnormities took place, behind every corner unspeakable monstrosities mocked at humanity in the worst ways imaginable.
Racking, stretching, pain-bondage. Piercing, branding, watersports; you name it, you'll find it.
Slavegirls got fucked with rotating wire brushes, had their nipples slow-cooked and their bodies flayed with burning whips.
Women were twelve months pregnant with boiling enemas.
Flesh showed all degrees of destruction:
beaten, strapped, switched, birched, caned, tawsed, lashed,
whipped, cropped, flogged, flagellated, castigated, scourged.
Slavemaids regularly sprayed the different areas with water from high-pressure hoses, washing away gallons of blood into drains. A powerful ventilation system took the different smells of sweat, urine and other body wastes out and left only the musky odour of leather and the sweet, light scents of blood and fear inside the complex.
Hell and paradise had never before come so close to each other.
The very first impression that hit Vanessa was the screaming.
A cacophony of agony from thousand throats was creating a deafening loudness though most of the victims were heavily gagged.
The blonde hobbled behind her slave-mates through scenes of pure horror. There seemed to be no organisation, no program and no allocation of places. Wherever space was, a girl was tortured.
Unknown to the Italian, the fair followed a strict plan to regulate the course of events. A place had been assigned to every exhibitor and all knew what they wanted to show to the audience.
But now, with the fair be heading for its climax and with more
visitors than ever, thronging and celebrating their perversity,
this Sodom & Gomorrah just had to blast an inexperienced
slavegirl's shattered mind.
To her left a stocky, bearded man, looking like a biker, and His assistants had found their territory. To Them the Heaven's Gate Exhibition owed the charming crossie-girls which were welcoming all arrivals using the main gate. At the moment the biker was working on a slave being crucified upside down. Since the heavy wooden cross stood in a normal, upright position, the poor girl hung with wide spread legs from the cross beam. Her hands were nailed to the vertical beam's wood just some inches above the floor. And there was another difference to the girls crucified outside: the nails had been driven through wrists and ankles, the cramped postures of her fingers and toes indicated the injury of the melianus nerves! The sensation this cruel treatment caused was similar to burning by fire. As if this wasn't enough agony, her clitoris, vulnerable and at the height of the biker's face, was stretched and clamped into a small, polished device. A flat metal form was moved by the bearded
man's hand forwards and backwards, guided by the device. It seemed to run smooth, requesting no force due to its immense lubrication by blood. Vanessa felt puke shooting up her oesophagus and swallowed violently. The flat metal on its guiding device was a plane fitted with a razor blade, slicing away incredibly thin layers of flesh from the fixed clitoris. Bloody, circular wounds on the victim's breasts proved that this instrument had already been successfully used on her nipples.
The girl was beyond screaming. Her eyes had glazed over and
with every movement of the blade she retched clear slime which
filled her nose and eyes. A mechanism set the blade a tenth of an millimetre deeper after each run, and soon, but not too soon, her clitoris, like the girl's nipples, would be gone completely.
"Do you like what you see?"
"Yechhg..."- again Vanessa fought against the urge to vomit -
"Yes, Grand Mistress."
"Little liar. Let's go to our 'showroom'!"
And again they passed torture excesses and pain orgies on their way. Infernal atrocities flooded the three slave's minds.
Visitors were invited to stick hollow needles into the unnaturally bulging breasts of a non-pregnant, but hormone-
doped woman. Having done so, they used the needles as straws,
pleasurably sucking milk or blood or both from the discoloured tits.
The nozzle of an extruder had been forced deeply into the vagina of a dark-haired Spanish girl. Terrible screams escaped her ball-gagged pout as her cervix and womb were crammed with a
plethora of pepper paste. Soon her colon would get the same
The crowd was enjoying these heinous performances, and even at the sixth day, you couldn't had seen everything. With over eighty exhibitors and to all times at least 300 slavegirls under torture, this year's HGE excelled the legendary one two years ago by far.
As a Grand Mistress the sadistic redhead had a first-class area at Her disposal. At the far wall of the hall a HUGE concrete block, maybe a former machine's foundation, overlooked the scenery. It was the stage for the main event to come. Grand Mistress Gillian's stand was occupying a third of the block's front wall, about fifteen metres, and reached five metres into the hall. Vanessa shuddered. This seventy-five square metres mirrored and outdid all the horrors seen during the painful walk through the overcrowded turbine house. Like at the other stands this one hadn't a real demarcation. It needed just a step from the aisle to be newly surrounded by suffering.
Hanging on her arms by chains, a female slave was watched by a
group of spectators. Her legs were spread by a bar at her knees and bound at her feet. Though they weren't fixed further, the young, gagged woman had decided to hold her knees bent and her feet bottom-high behind her to touch a special part of the
sophisticated device hanging there.
With trembling knees and cramping calves she pressed her feet's
balls from below against the underside of a piston. This way she tried frantically to hold it up in its glass cylinder, otherwise it would follow gravity, producing an even stronger vacuum than already existing. Indeed she had a very good reason to do so. Her clitoris had been sucked into a thin glass tube connected to the cylinder. Dark red, almost violet, her pleasure bud had been painfully elongated and was now only millimetres away from tiny, swirling blades rotating inside the tube. A little more low-pressure, and the centre of her womankind would be minced like in a mixer.
Clit-cutting must be a new torture trend!
One Mistress was working over an East European girl with a bullwhip in the most brutal way. The slave had been mercilessly stretched in a metal frame, her long blonde hair bound to the structure's top so her shoulders and back could receive the hateful kisses of the extra-cruel leather. From personal, painful experiences Vanessa knew about this Mistress' horrible abilities with Her instrument.
Under the teaching of Grand Mistress Gillian She had brought Her skills to perfection - a true Whip Mistress. She could de-nipple a breast with the first lash, aiming with a three-metres deathwhip like with a sniper rifle.
At the moment She was determined to turn the howling slave's back into raw meat. The Whip Mistress had even changed part of Her clothes, wearing a sleeveless silken black blouse to Her gleaming latex trousers for more freedom of movement. So no spectator stood next to Her when She swung back for the next stroke. Like all before this one draw blood. The miserable slave was mangled from her neck down to her knee hollows, but the area between her shoulder blades had been totally spared the leather tongue. The tattoo on this spot showed a cat of prey's face, and not one single lash lied inside a circle of fifteen centimetres in diameter around the finely executed motive.
Artworks on skin.
Worked out by the whip, the spot was a white-stranded island in a sea of blood.
The Whip Mistress took a break to wash Her slow-killing instrument in brine, then started anew. The slave's screams got lost in the omnipresent noises of the fair as her bleeding flesh was inexorably kissed, licked and eaten away by the whip.
The last one in the Grand Mistress' staff was a Novice, a young, dark-blonde woman in leather who was an aspirant to the status of an Inferior Mistress.
Grand Mistress Gillian detached the chain from Vanessa's collar.
"Pull out your arse hook and put it to the used toys over there."
"Yes, Grand Mistress! Thank you, Grand Mistress!"
Vanessa hurried to grab the metal end. With an embarrassing 'plop' the hook came free and she laid the slightly wet, but clean restraining device onto the rack as told. Her poor arsehole felt numb and severely swollen, but seemed to refuse closing. Vanessa didn't dare touch it.
The Grand Mistress took her by her upper arm, dragged her next to a coal filled brazier and forced her to kneel. She chained the blonde's wrists to a ring in the floor between Vanessa's legs, then left without a word, taking Michelle, Kate and the Inferior Mistress with Her.
Soon Vanessa discovered that this kind of bondage was as well
simple as effective, holding the beautiful slave on her knees and made her legs and arms useless. On the other hand this position allowed her to cover her breasts and crotch with her upper arms or hands respectively - a luxury she had missed far too long. Her shame and decency were something the Grand Mistress hadn't tortured out of her...yet.
Since Vanessa was kneeling in the stand's left part, having the
concrete block behind her and facing the far front wall where
they had entered, she couldn't see where the Grand Mistress had
taken Kate and Michelle to. The big brazier to her left blocked her view. At least this spared her the sight of the girl being whipped to slow death and the other one getting the vacuum torture.
Though it wasn't too warm in the turbine house, thanks to the
ventilation, Vanessa soon was covered in sweat. The heat emitted by the brazier dried her out, except for her own tasty urine she hadn't drank anything for the last eight or nine hours, and the acid from her bladder was still burning in her dildo-ripped gullet.
She wouldn't be at all surprised if the pepper in her vagina had increased her thirst, too!
Vanessa closed her eyes and tried to suppress her premonitions,
tried to forget where she was. The noise became a torrent of sounds without any details when she opened her mind to her desperation.
Vanessa didn't know what was coming for her, but it would be
horrible. The Grand Mistress had brought them to this hell for a certain reason. Michelle had talked about a 'main event'...
Vanessa turned her head in a scared motion as far as her collar
allowed it when she felt fingers gliding through her golden hair.
A man leaned over her, checking indecently her attributes.
"What's up, sleepyhead?" His sardonic sneer told Vanessa all the things he wanted to do to her.
"Does nobody take care of you?"
"She isn't for sale! And don't touch my property!"
Grand Mistress Gillian approached, followed by a slavemaid.
"Excuse me! Of course not!" and gone he was!
The Grand Mistress fixed Vanessa's hair gently.
"Just another short-dicked idiot. We girls have to stick together, right?"
"Yes, Grand Mistress." For a brief moment she truly wanted to thank her tormentress! "You dumb cunt!" she scolded herself immediately, "don't you see that She is manipulating you! She is fucking your mind!"
Meanwhile the slavemaid had kneeled next to the Grand Mistress,
head submissively bowed. With outstretched arms she held a silver tray with a carafe and a glass in front of her.
Grand Mistress Gillian filled the glass with water from the carafe and held it to Vanessa's chapped lips.
"You must be really thirsty - just drink."
Greedily the blonde gulped the freezing cold liquid, even swallowed the ice cubes. What a relief! The water moisten her dry pharynx, the coldness took away the roughness in her throat.
The glass was refilled and again Vanessa emptied it in a second.
Water ran from corners of her mouth and dropped from her chin.
Drinking the third glassful, she slowed down a bit. The coldness had started to hurt her teeth, but she didn't care. Who knows when she'll get some water again.
She could feel the water travelling down her oesophagus and into her stomach where it was spreading its coldness.
The fourth glass was offered, and Vanessa supposed that the Grand Mistress was refuelling her for some more watersports. Now it took her longer to empty the glass. Not that her body didn't need any more liquid, but she had drunk too fast at the start, and now her already shaky stomach rebelled.
She had to force herself to accept the fifth and last glassful of water, but if she didn't, the Grand Mistress would do it for her.
Grand Mistress Gillian set the glass to the empty carafe onto the try and dismissed the slavemaid.
"A little better now?"
"Yes, Grand Mistress. Thank You, Grand Mistress."
"And since you have drunk your water like a good girl, I will not add even more to your punishment."
Vanessa looked scared, not understanding why some little relief
had to be paid with amounts of suffering.
"Do you think I've forgotten your little show with the cops?"
With more brutality than necessary She shoved a far too large ring gag into her slave's mouth and buckled it extra-tightly. Once again, like many times before, it was unbelievable for Vanessa how far her jaw muscles could be stretched.
"Let's see if we can make you a little less noisy."
The Grand Mistress put a heatproof mitten over Her gloved right
hand and grabbed a glowing piece of coal out of the brazier with it.
In sheer panic Vanessa tried to rise and crawled on her knees as far away as her wrist chain allowed it, what wasn't much.
With Her left hand Grand Mistress Gillian seized the slave by her hair, then brought the angrily burning coal to the blonde's
For a moment She enjoyed the tension, the panic and fear of Her
victim going to be punished. Then She stuffed the heated carbon
into Vanessa's defenceless mouth.
Though the Grand Mistress was holding Her mitten-protected hand
over the slave's mouth, Vanessa's howls were deafening. Her
hysterical breathing transported light steam and smell of burned flesh through her nostrils.
Grand Mistress Gillian allowed the blonde's head some movement, but let Her hand pressed on the mouth while Vanessa tried frantically to push the glowing coal out with her tongue.
The howling turned into a guttural gargle.
"Swallow it, cunt, or it will burn away your tongue!"
Again Vanessa pushed the coal in vain against the mitten over her mouth. By now the top of her tongue felt like burning by itself and the suffering girl, knowing no other way out, tried to scream and swallow at once. But collared and with her mouth being so wide opened, swallowing was more than difficult, especially with the agonising pain preventing any coordination. The intense heat burned her palate, then the back of her tongue and mouth. She managed to get the glowing coal into her throat, but gagged and retched it into her blistering mouth again. Nearly insane with agony, the blonde thrashed around like a berserk, then Grand Mistress Gillian hauled Her slave's head all the way back. With her last fragment of will Vanessa swallowed again, pure pain ripped down her oesophagus, so slowly, then stroke the insides of her stomach's walls, reached
the organ's lower part - then died there in the still cold water Vanessa had drunk.
Grand Mistress Gillian removed the ring gag from the seriously
"Too bad you haven't left some of the water. It would ease your
pain a little."
She let the sobbing and whimpering slave on her knees, removed the mitten and turned away. That bitch will think twice before she opened her mouth again.
A horrible scream could be heard from the girl at the vacuum
device. The inner wall of the thin glass tube was splashed in red.
The spectators cheered.
Grand Mistress Gillian headed to the far end of the colossal
foundation block where a good friend of Her had His stand.
Unfortunately He had been unable to come in person - until now.
Master Nathan had arrived just one hour ago from Japan and was
still impressed: in the Land of the Rising Sun slave trades and
torture fairs in the dimensions of the HGE took place three or four times a year. Nevertheless it was a matter of honour to be
represented at the HGE and furthermore taking part at the main
event. This year it would be exceptionally pleasant since His
esteemed friend Grand Mistress Gillian wasn't just going to host the main event, but moreover show something by Her own.
Master Nathan smiled. The fire-red waves of hair could be seen for miles.
The Grand Mistress entered the stand and held out Her right hand.
The dark-haired man in a tailor-made suit and waistcoat, some years younger than Her, with a youthful appearance and a beard like the one of a musketeer, stepped towards Her and kissed Her hand. But instead of letting Her arm go, He pulled Her close to His body, grabbing Her by Her waist.
"Hi, Grand Mistress," Nathan whispered sweetly.
Gillian had slung Her arms around His neck.
He let His fingers travel to Her bottom, Her cat suit seemed to be molten on Her. His hands cupped both Her arse cheeks, fondling them through the obscenely tight latex, feeling every perfect detail of Her imprisoned buttocks.
"Did You miss me?" Nathan asked.
Gillian's hand was sliding between His legs.
"What do You think?" She put Her chin on His shoulder, resting Her face in Nathan's long hair.
"I think we should go to a silent place where nobody can watch us."
Gillian pressed His testicles.
"Then think again..." She breathed into His ear.
As She stepped back and saw Master Nathan's face, the Grand
Mistress couldn't suppress a smile. The cute boy! He tries it each and every time.
She grabbed His hand:
"Come on, I've got a present for my brave Asia scout!"
Master Nathan let Himself guided to the Grand Mistress' stand.
Seeing poor Vanessa kneeling alone at the far end, obviously in
pain, He asked:
"What's up with her?
Grand Mistress Gillian told Him.
The Inferior Mistress led Michelle on her chain to Grand Mistress Gillian and Her guest.
"And that must be Beauty!" Master Nathan knew from His redheaded friend.
Acting coy, the pert brunette performed a kittenish curtsey which let her bells ring most lusciously.
"How sweet you are! And you look sooo CUTE with these pony ears!"
The Grand Mistress was clearly proud of Her pet and relished the effect Beauty had on Master Nathan.
"Try her arse!"
Master Nathan looked at Her, irritated.
"I donate You her arse for one round. She is the best fuck in this building - except for me, of course."
A honest smile appeared on Master Nathan's handsome face.
He studied the petite pony-slave in front of Him. She was real
cute, her angelic face emphasized by the strict gag-harness.
"Right here?" Master Nathan asked.
"Yes, I won't give her out of my hand. And something else..."
Grand Mistress Gillian got close to Him and whispered into His ear.
He smiled: "As you wish." He opened His zipper.
In seconds Michelle was bent over a wooden horse, tightly bound to it at wrists, elbows, upper arms, at ankles, knees and thighs, her arse in perfect high for what was to come.
Master Nathan stepped behind her and passed His hands gently over the warm, stretched flesh of her firm, juicy bottom.
He took hold on the butt plug and slowly worked it out of her still lubed orifice, watching it appear from between the petals of her rectal rim.
Beauty moaned behind her bit as the widest part glided trough her narrow ring of muscles.
Having freed the nasty device from its cute tight prison, Master Nathan enjoyed the sight of the tiny rosette, sexily swollen due to the long-time embedded pony plug.
For over a minute He rubbed His impressive penis against Beauty's damp vulva, moisten His tool with the gathered wetness. Not exactly necessary for Beauty's backdoor, but highly pleasurable for the Master's member.
Michelle's breasts, hanging without sag at the sides of the horse's top-beam, got massaged by tender hands to relieve the initial pain of her rectal re-opening.
She felt Him flick her stiff nipples into greater hardness,
tugging at her rings, twisting them and turning the metal in her flesh.
During this, an exquisite pressure invaded her deep, then deeper, then even more deeper.
Beauty relaxed her anus completely and moved her abdomen in a
better position, as far as the strict bondage allowed it, to
prevent the severe cramps which accompanied fast and deep
Now she was impaled to the hilt, and her temporary Master started to move out for the first time. Controlling each section separately, the buggered slave clenched her muscles with surprising
force, highly trained in the art of anal cock-sucking.
It was unbelievable. The little filly was massaging Him with her arse! Like a velvet fist her rectum worked its magic on His cock, every single muscle was adjusted individually to cause Him the highest pleasure possible. A hotter, tighter place wasn't imaginable.
Master Nathan hoped to last long in Beauty's dark passage, feared that He would burst any second, knew that the experienced pony-slave wouldn't let Him come in a short eternity.
Chewing on her bit, Michelle concentrated fully on her task.
His manhood hurt inside her small body, fully embedded it felt like pushing right into her tonsils. Her nipple-bells rang sexily with every cock-stroke, her plume waved above her head as Master Nathan was breaking her in.
After six solid minutes of high-class arse-fucking she knew the
time was right to release the Master using her so hard. Any longer and she won't have the strength to pleasure Him maximally during His climax.
Master Nathan hadn't consider it to be possible but Beauty even
increased her efforts to an unbearable level. Not in the condition to control Himself anymore, He exploded deep in her guts. The very last drop was pressed out of Him as He inseminate the girl's rectum. He almost collapsed onto the brunette's back and buried His smooth face in her long hair.
It took Master Nathan some moments to rally His breath.
Slowly He straighten Himself up and pulled His tired phallus
carefully out of Beauty's rear hole.
Signs of waste were visible on His manhood
"WHAT'S THAT?!" Grand Mistress Gillian yelled in faked fury.
"How dare you soil my guest! Wait, I'll teach you manners...!"
The whole action, right from the start, hadn't been unnoticed by groups of spectators nearby and everyone of them knew that there was much more to come.
Now Michelle knew why she was here and why she hadn't received an enema like the others. She remembered the Grand Mistress' words:
'...take your measurements for a puppy equipment...'
"In my arse, or what?!" she thought bitterly, realising that she was getting fooled. Just for a good show!
Grand Mistress and Master both went to the exhausted slave's head. The sadistic woman put two fingers under Michelle's chin and lifted her face so their eyes met.
"I already had planned something for my little girl, but since you have lied to me in the cargo bay, I'll go extra-hard on you:
First you are going to clean what got dirty by your fault.
Then we're going to make sure that something like that won't happen again. This will be combined with a severe punishment for your dirtiness.
Eventually you'll compensate Master Nathan for His trouble with
She removed the bit by using its quick-snap function, but let the head harness in place.
Michelle worked her tongue and aching jaws. Today the unpleasant
mouth-bondage had been worn by her extraordinarily long. Not longer than ever, but long enough to loose its erotic thrill.
Master Nathan took her chin and looked roguish into Beauty's doe eyes, then guided her view to His stained penis.
"Do you see that?"
"Yes, Master." She tried to talk clearly.
"Why did this happened?"
"Because Master had fucked...because this pony is a dirty little pet, Master."
"This Pony Is A Dirty Little Pet, Master!"
"At least you understand your fault. I agree with your Grand
Mistress to let you fully take the consequences, don't you think?"
"This slave craves for fulfilling its Grand Mistress' and Master's wishes."
"You know what to do. And don't be a biter." The start signal for her tasty task...
Michelle closed her eyes, forced herself not to hesitate and
opened her soft mouth widely.
Master Nathan filled her oral cavity with His cock pulled freshly from the anal depths of her colon. Slowly, but steadily pressing, He soon reached the back of her throat. Her lips grabbed His meat and He pulled out some centimetres so the petite slavegirl could worship the invading part with her tongue.
Being as talented with her mouth as with her opposite holes, Beauty let Master Nathan's member rose again while she cleaned His manhood from all traces of sodomy, tasting her own arse.
From time to time she overcame her revulsion and swallowed her
flavoured spit, the wicked aroma nearly making her puke.
The disgusting act took her two or three minutes, then the Master removed His now spotless penis.
Michelle let her head sink, the rectal odour heavy in her mouth.
She knew that Grand Mistress Gillian and Master Nathan weren't
nearly through with her.
The Grand Mistress circled her, letting the bit gag dangle between Her fingers.
"We don't want you biting off your talented tongue, do we?"
She first slipped the bit deep into Michelle's vagina, then set it back in its cute original place.
"So it tastes a little sweeter."
Michelle sunk her teeth into the rubber layer around the steel rod and waited for her next torment.
A long and rather thick nozzle was rammed up her spent arsehole, far too deep to be pushed out by herself.
She heard the Grand Mistress talk, not just to Master Nathan, but also to the increasing number of spectators.
"Our sweet slave here has a little trouble with her rear hole..."
The spectators laughed, knowing exactly that Michelle was innocent of her situation.
"...so we have to take severe measures to fix this. This fluid..."
Michelle gasped behind her bit as a cool liquid started to rush
into her bowels.
"...is heat-activated: reaching a temperature of 28°C it will
change its pH-value from 'neutral' to 'low'. The delay created by this guarantees an even cleaning effect."
"How 'low', Grand Mistress?" someone asked from the audience.
"About the level of acetic acid."
Getting the idea, Michelle yelped and thrashed against her bounds.
"If we use normal acid, especially the lower regions of her
viscera, which are the first in contact, get burned, and that very badly. This technique here allows us to remove just the membranes' inner layers, simultaneously in the whole intestines."
Michelle howled, the sound clearly audible behind the gag.
She started to beg through her bit while her tender guts received more and more of the cruel enema. The watery liquid, already over one litre, crept further and further into her, now filling her lower colon completely. Horrible cramps ripped her digestive system, trying to tear her intestines to shreds.
She felt her abdomen bulging out in earnest and screamed as her
bowels were crushed between the fluid's pressure and the unyielding
horse-top. A sick sensation of bursting let her body tremble anew as the liquid forced its way into another section of her bowls.
More than three litres, and Michelle was sure that her entrails
were about to detonate, she KNEW that in the next second her body would tear from the inside in pure, fiery agony.
After administering Her dainty slave almost five litres, Grand
Mistress Gillian gave a signal to stop to the Inferior Mistress at the enema machine. Fitted with a pressure/suction pump and a number of different tanks, this machine was going to serve the Grand Mistress well.
Michelle, weeping and sobbing, tried to hold the pain in her
innards bearable by not moving at all. But after a few minutes an additional sensation broke its way through her suffering; not the tearing burning of stretched tissues, but the eating burning of BURNING tissues!
The young woman freaked out as she felt her colon's inner surface melting away. This was more than pain, more than anguish, this was mindblasting agony!
Master Nathan was impressed as Beauty literally exploded in her
bounds, tearing at the leather holding her, ringing her sexy bells.
Inhuman sounds, not being muffled by the pony gag, shot out of the poor victim while she lost control over her bladder.
Another signal from Grand Mistress Gillian and the heinous chemical was sucked out of the nearly insane girl, its now dirty pink colour, caused by waste, blood and liquid flesh, visible through the clear hose.
Michelle bit down hard on her gag, then screamed again. The pain was still much more than she could bear.
But in a moment of shock and total disbelieve she became silent as new pressure raped her bowels.
Two and a half litres of a milder solution tortured Michelle's
viscera for nearly three minutes before they left, this time mixed to a lighter shade of pink.
The third enema, three litres of pure ice-cold water, immediately gave her torturously severe cramps, but cleaned her out fully. Just the slightest traces of blood. The Grand Mistress was satisfied.
An incorrect timing, a wrong compound, staying too long inside the victim: all these contain the danger of perforating her intestines and the hazard to harm her beyond healing.
Grand Mistress Gillian ran Her hand through Beauty's hair to calm her down. With shrill, but soon dying shrieks of her broken voice the brunette had reacted to the body heated water. Now she was too exhausted to do anything else than endure the final two-litre enema in silence.
The Inferior Mistress was about to let the machine suck Michelle's bowels dry when Master Nathan made one of His highly welcomed suggestions:
"Is Your blonde slave over there still thirsty?"
"Yes, I think she has a dry tongue." Grand Mistress Gillian
sniggered mischievously. She went back to Vanessa and loosened the Italian's chains.
Since the bondage horse wasn't blocked by the awful brazier,
Vanessa had been able to watch Grand Mistress Gillian and the
handsome Master who had corn-holed Michelle. She had wondered (not really!) about the sadistic redhead's strange ways to show Her love to Her favourite pet but had been understandably more busy with her own ordeal.
Now she was dragged towards the sawhorse-like device Michelle was still bound onto and was pushed to her knees again behind the brunette's sexy arse, right into the puddle of girl-urine.
"Does your traitorous tongue still hurt? Though you don't deserve it, I'll give you the chance for some release."
The Grand Mistress took the wide ring from Vanessa's mouth and
ripped the nozzle painfully out of Beauty's rectum, then pressed the blonde's head against the arse in front of her, making sure that lips and rosette met each other.
Michelle didn't need to be told to share the source of her bowel's irrigation with the Italian. The tortured slave hurriedly expelled the warm water, striving to end her high-colonic nightmare.
Vanessa tried to suppress that she was drinking right from
Michelle's rectum. She only hoped that the water could ease her
oral pain. But no mercy was permitted: the pressure hurt her
burns, the swallowing ground her cooked tongue and tore her
The enema was released far too fast to be completely swallowed by Vanessa, so most of the clear water was running over her chin, onto her breasts and over her flat, sporty tummy. The spectators vied with each other in cruel comments.
Panting, Vanessa freed herself from Beauty's anal fountain to
gather some breath, but was immediately pushed back by her Grand Mistress.
Again and again the tortured bowels pulsated and fed warm water
from their inner depths to the blonde girl.
Eventually, at least five minutes later and after a long, painful sucking on Vanessa's side, Michelle's arse ran dry.
Grand Mistress Gillian pulled the Italian away to the left.
Vanessa followed and stayed at her new place, still on her knees, her young body glistening with rectal dishwater.
Again the Grand Mistress removed Beauty's pony gag, looked at the deep imprints of Michelle's teeth in the bit's rubber jacket, then asked with a cruel, mocking voice:
"Do you want to try again pleasing Master Nathan with your arse, or do you still feel dirty?"
"NO! ANYTHING! PLEASE NO MORE!"
"Please, Master, fuck this slave's arse!" she begged with her
The Grand Mistress wasn't yet convinced.
"What kind of arse?"
"...this slave's...dirty arse...?"
"So do we need another flushing?"
"NO! PLEASE, NO!"
"Then, what kind of arse?" the Grand Mistress insisted.
"I DON'T KNOW!" Michelle croaked shrilly.
Smiling, Master Nathan bent down and whispered the right answer
into her false pony ear, loud enough so that she could hear it.
"CLEAN!" she cried, "FUCK THIS SLAVE'S CLEAN ARSE!"
Master Nathan stepped back to her bottom.
"Almost sounds like an order!"
"Then better do what she tells You!" Grand Mistress Gillian giggled as She re-gagged poor Michelle.
The audience cheered as Master Nathan entered Bound Beauty once
more, eliciting a high-pitched yell.
Since the long nozzle had ejaculated the awful liquid directly into the far end of the slave's rectum, her used sphincter was swollen and sore, but not nearly as raw as her inflamed intestines certainly were.
Master Nathan didn't expect Beauty to do her trick with her arse muscles once more, so He just enjoyed her rectum's naturally tightness, now intensified by the further swellings of her abused passage.
It had to be an eternity for Michelle till Master Nathan's semen moisten her secret orifice for the second time. He pulled out, stowed away His clean member, then kissed Beauty onto her forehead.
"Your Grand Mistress can be proud of you!"
She squealed as He re-tailed her with the pony plug.
A slavemaid loosened Michelle's bounds and took the girl from the wooden structure. Immediately the long-haired brunette tried to bent into a foetal position, but was held upright on her feet. She couldn't walk without the help of the slavemaid, the lingering bowel-pain let her stagger on her mean hoof boots. The slavemaid was ordered to take the poor slave to the non-public area. There a medicament was going to be administered to her avoiding infections caused by Michelle's sexy arse-to-mouth action. At least for Beauty, this hellish fair was over.
Master Nathan expressed His thanks to the Grand Mistress.
"I can't imagine a sweeter present! You are sure You won't give her to me?"
The Master sighed, then excused Himself.
The main event's start was near, and Both had to make final
preparations. But They didn't have to wait long for working
UNDER THE SCOURGE
Grand Mistress Gillian spent some moments for organisational
decisions. The Whip Mistress was still savagely slicing up the
East European girl. The Novice was doing business with some
visitors, showing them the vacuum clit-cutter, where the poor,
sexually mutilated female was still hanging.
That meant Kate got a visit from Inferior Mistress Zoë, because the Grand Mistress had something in store for Vanessa.
Behind the huge concrete block some kind of backstage area had been set up. Rooms, separated by subsequently built walls, were at disposal for the main event's performers.
In one of them, vertically chained and spread-eagled, Kate had
suffered for the last hour and was still suffering. Red fogs of
pain blurred the concrete wall some metres in front of her, her torn jaw joints were swollen terribly. The brutally tightened
chains tried to quarter her alive while she fought against suffocation caused by the monstrous gag and her hanging position.
At some point, after dreadful pain and before even more dreadful pain, the door behind Kate was opened and the clicking sounds of high heels proclaim the promise of further horrors.
Inferior Mistress Zoë approached poor Kate with a clear mission and She was highly motivated and eager to fulfil Grand Mistress
Gillian's order. That She let Her do the final preparation of this bitch groaning in front of Her was a good sign. Soon She wouldn't be an Inferior Mistress any more, but the youngest Mistress ever being in Grand Mistress Gillian's service.
It had been fun electro-shocking this cunt earlier in the loading zone, and now She would have even more fun. She surrounded the cramping, pain-sweat covered body, running a sharp fingernail over hot skin and twitching muscles.
"Not so tough any more, hmm?"
She twisted the tit clamps, noticing the clotted blood, and played with the imprisoned nipple rings. Hoarse stertorousness indicated that Kate hadn't lost the ability to feel pain in her breast tips.
"I bet there goes more..." the Inferior Mistress thought and
pulled at the clamps without loosing them first. Fresh blood
gushed out of the deep scratches, which were torn by the clamp's teeth, while Kate's breasts were pulled to cones. Both women expected the nipples to be ripped off, the blonde one shrieking in horror, the dark-haired running Her tongue over Her lips in delight. Eventually the metal came off, the stretched breasts snapped back, but left blood and skin on the clamps’ jaws.
Cheerful like a little girl the Inferior Mistress put the clamps away and took an instrument of which Kate had so much dread that she almost wet herself.
At first, Inferior Mistress Zoë had doubts that a petite person
like Herself could handle the extra-heavy scourge. But after some training lessons She controlled the heinous weapon and could make use of it most effectively. She was a natural in these things.
She shook the torture device to separate its single chains from
their tangle. They rattled and clanked with a massive sound.
Seven chains, each sixty centimetres long and each fitted with
spikes, blades, thorns, hooks and morning-star-like weights -
all for you, Kate!
No more playing chauffeur and babysitter for these slave-sluts!
Now She would prove to be worthy. After the incident with the cops She didn't want to disappoint the Grand Mistress. She was going to show Her skills to Grand Mistress Gillian - on Kate's body!
Letting the evil instrument lie in front of the panting slave, the Inferior Mistress took off Her tight leather jacket, revealing a waistcoat with plunging neckline. Though made of leather, too, and being tight as hell, it allowed enough mobility.
She put a slide between Her teeth, then reached with both hands
into Her dark mane, which wasn't unlike Michelle's, but far not so long. Having forced back Her hair, the young sadist grabbed Her cruel toy with cat-like agility.
"Let's see if I can make you scream like Grand Mistress always
causes you to do, despite your little gag!"
She positioned Herself behind Kate, taking measurements for Her
"Anything to say before we start?"
Of course, She didn't expected nor waited for an answer.
The first lash was crushing. And it was the lightest one...
Simultaneously to Kate’s ordeal under the scourge Vanessa was
hanging in the next room. She had been chained some minutes ago in the very same way as Kate. A female body, stretched out real
tightly, would be split open by the whip so beautifully.
The slender slave was already in serious pain. Shoulders and hip were aching, her whole mouth swollen and blistered. The itching on her legs from having kneeled in Michelle's urine was by far her smallest problem.
"I want you to welcome my newest toy!"
The Grand Mistress held some kind of razorwhip in front of
Vanessa's face. The blonde had been razorwhipped before, with a
model carrying blades on its lashes. But this instrument had
chains, and each chain link was a blade itself.
Grand Mistress Gillian let the metal whip run over the slave's
beautiful face without adding any force. Vanessa clenched her eyes shut as the impossibly sharp edges cut her skin due to the mere contact. Thin red lines appeared, filled with blood, but actually too fine to bleed.
"Imagine the experience when I pussywhip you with this joy giver!
It would take everything away: you would be blank down there after the first dozen of strokes."
Vanessa shuddered at the thought of her last pussywhipping. The
Grand Mistress had used a needlewhip on her freshly shaven vulva after tenderising it first with the strap, then with a 'normal' multi-thonged pussywhip. After having worked her genitals over for centuries, She had chosen vinegar to make Vanessa's most female parts nice and clean again.
Grand Mistress Gillian hadn't change anything of Her clothing for the forthcoming session, just opened the zipper of Her cat suit, so the inner sides of Her perfect breasts became visible.
"But first things first. Since you are born in Italy I would like to introduce you into the history of that country. This device..."
She loved to show Her victims the instruments before starting with the torture and let a second, longer, three-thonged whip dangle in front of Vanessa's eyes.
"...is inspired by the roman 'flagrum taxillatum'. Like the ancient original my eager slavekisser has a dumbbell-like lead weight at the end of each leather tongue. There is no problem to use it for executions. Now you understand why it's so important that you are tied up tightly. So I can aim properly and wouldn't tear any useful organs inside your sweet body. Letting you escape this way would be a shame."
Grand Mistress Gillian's last words were escorted by an
excruciating, gag-filtered howl as behind the wall Kate couldn't suppress her screams any more.
"Sounds like your lovely friend has a little lead. So let us start, too."
Vanessa knew what was necessary to make Kate scream and that she was in for a similar treatment. The hissing sound behind her let the pitiful blonde shriek before her back was actually licked by the first stroke. The horrible kiss of the leather tails sliced into her as she had it felt uncounted times before. but then, with highest acceleration, the lead pearls found their aims. At the very first moment she felt just coldness on the hit parts as the blood was pressed away, but then an agony of unbearable sharpness exploded, radiating through her tissue and into her bones. The violated spots felt like the lead balls had lodged in her flesh.
Slowly, so slowly, each fiery spot eased off to a dull, pulsating pain, but was replaced by three new in the same time.
Due to her body's extremely tight stretch, the lashes didn't just draw bloody welts but open up her back and flanks completely. With every stroke a blood-curdling scream rose in Vanessa's burned throat, but then the lead tips let her skin burst open and her flesh explode and the pain became so bad that it crushed her lungs.
If the Grand Mistress wouldn't paused after each stroke, the blonde would had been fainted from the lack of oxygen long ago. But as a true sadist the redhead woman gave Her victim enough time to savour every single detail.
Without any hurry She let the savage whip play around Vanessa's
rips and trace her shoulder blades while dotting her breast and
belly in the most heinous ways.
Vanessa's shredded screams echoed shrilly in the ugly room as she was disciplined like a real roman slave. By now new urine had arrived in her bladder and sprayed out of her body with every second or third lash.
After forty strokes the Grand Mistress forced Herself to stop.
The blonde slut was impudently at the edge of passing out.
Grand Mistress Gillian let the wicked scourge sink.
Her face was wet with blood, Her crotch wet with excitement.
Not many things were more erotic than a sexy blood-whipping.
Setting aside the bloody flagrum, Grand Mistress Gillian gave Her pain-wrecked slavegirl an injection.
Vanessa's eyes got an insane expression as the stimulant coerced her back into full consciousness.
"Feeling warmed up, my dear?"
Vanessa's only answers were sobs and incoherently stammering.
The Grand Mistress disconnected the feet chains from the ground, fastened them to a pulley and raised Vanessa's still wide-spread legs until the crying slave was hanging nearly horizontally.
Suspended by aching arms and legs, the Italian had her defenceless vagina obscenely opened and perfectly positioned in height and angle.
Grand Mistress Gillian poked with a finger on some spots of the
bald pussy, where the lead tips had done their dreadful work.
Each time She was rewarded with a high-pitched scream.
She had decided to prepare the blonde beauty with the tawse.
The broad, split leather strap reddened the mons veneris most
nicely. On the yet unharmed flesh it created a deep, almost
unbearable stinging, but on the scourge-licked spots it felt like getting hammered blunt nails right into the pelvis bone.
The Grand Mistress was pleased and impressed that Her victim was still able to scream in highest octaves.
Twelve hits, and Vanessa's crotch was prepared for REAL pain.
Grand Mistress Gillian took the razorwhip.
"NOOOOO, PLLEEAAATHHH NOOO!" Vanessa's burned
tongue managed to articulate.
The Grand Mistress hit her across the breasts, slicing up her tit meat.
"Yes, of course, cute-cunt! What do you think you are here for?"
Then the first stroke whipped her pussy, and the pain was beyond anything her mind was able to recognise; beyond former sessions with a razorwhip kissing her back, beyond earlier pussywhippings, beyond the recent scourging. The agony made her puke out some of the water she had been forced to drink, the gastric acid in it burned in her breast's and belly's wounds. But Vanessa wasn't able to realise the burning, there was only the sensation of having cut out her femininity.
Again the Grand Mistress struck, and red hot pain raced through the Italian's vulva, trying to tear her abdomen apart. Her muscles cramped horribly, then relaxed, and what was left in her bladder spilt out.
"What's up with all of you young girls nowadays? Don't you have
Grand Mistress Gillian caught a handful and deeply rubbed the
urine into Vanessa's beaten pudenda. Then She waited and let it
sting revoltingly while listening to the girl's shrill shrieks.
After half a minute She took a glass bottle.
"I don't like my slaves smelling like piss-whores."
Vanessa's screams reached unbelievable heights as her split
genitals were meticulously cleaned with pure alcohol. The demoniac liquid even washed out her vaginal cavity and the urethra’s opening.
The tortured blonde got insane as the Grand Mistress used the
razorwhip again. The stimulant boiling in her blood forced her
experience the deep-flaying of her cunt-lips and clitoris. The
blade's tips dug into her, then cut cleanly through her flesh.
Unwillingly they let their wounded prey go as Grand Mistress
Gillian pulled them away for the next stroke.
Again the girl was hit. One of the thongs invaded especially deeply and stuck in near the anus. It was brutally pulled away and opened a horrible gash from the right labium's outer side, along the clit's root, almost to Vanessa's belly button, splitting her clitoral hood. The scream rose into the most extreme spheres of sounds a human being was able to create, then broke down as the slave's voice failed with a ugly scratching. More blood than ever poured from the cruel wounds and ran down between the arse cheeks to rain onto the floor.
The Grand Mistress knew that, if She ever wanted any more fun with Her blonde slavegirl, She had to stop now and staunch the serious bleedings the abominable whip had caused.
While Vanessa's body was melting in torture-pain, her lover was
crossing hell, too. It would have been unimaginable for the
Italian, but the scourging of Kate's flesh was even far worse.
With the stamina of a true fanatic the Inferior Mistress was
systematically carving Her hate into the helpless victim.
Kate had found some slack, not in her bondage but in her body
itself, to struggle violently under the impact impulses. The
extra-heavy scourge didn't slash like the razorwhip Vanessa was
enjoying right now. It was a even more perverted version of the
flagrum, but able not just to torture with whip-thongs and weights, but also truly ripping away the flesh with claws and hooks. Even without the additional parts the highly accelerated chains would let the hit skin burst open immediately.
Due to Inferior Mistress Zoë's outrages several of Kate's ribs were broken. Now the dark-haired tormentress aimed for the kidneys.
"Piss blood, whore!"
The slave's lower flanks got uglily coloured and Kate uttered a
retching sound into her gag.
"Sorry, I can't hear you." The Inferior Mistress let the air out of the torturous device that had tormented Kate's mouth for over two hours. The gag was taken out and left the lower jaw freely dangle in the muscles and tendons. With sadistic pleasure the young pain-giver reached with both thumbs in Kate's mouth, grabbed the jaw with all fingers and smashed it back into the swollen sockets.
"Say 'Thank you!', ungrateful bitch!"
But Kate didn't dare move her aching jaw and crushed tongue, being sure to damage the joints and muscles even more by forming words.
"Ohhh, wait! You WILL speak!"
Another stroke to one of the last spots which hadn't been destroyed yet. Kate's tightly stretched body split once again.
"Beg for mercy!"
Only unintelligible noises came from the reddish-blonde who was
choking on her own shrieks.
"Come on, bitch! Beg!"
She gave her the by far cruellest stroke till now, ripping lines of flesh from the bleeding woman's body.
Kate searched desperately for breath, then screamed, screamed, and begged.
The muscle of her right arse cheek was being half ripped away.
"Beg me to stop!"
Frantically she screamed for an end while her urine washed the
blood from her inner thighs.
The left arse cheek...
"Beg me to hurt Vanessa instead of you!"
"NEVAAAHHHR!" Kate articulated in a scream of pure agony.
"Beg me, and I will aim for your vital organs; and after ten or
fifteen strokes there will be no pain for you any more."
The scourge had reached over her right shoulder and had for the
sixth or seventh time punished what had been left of Kate's right breast.
"You just begged me for mercy, didn't you? That's my condition."
This was mindfucking, of course. The Inferior Mistress was far away from being permitted to let Kate die.
Instead the sadistic woman was beating the screaming slave to near death with repetitive strokes around the flanks to tear away tits and belly-meat, but masterfully avoided to drive any bone splinters of the destroyed ribs into inner organs.
Kate's latest inhuman sound was mixed with a really impressive
scream from Vanessa next door. The young torturer hoped that Her victim had heard and realised this shriek.
But all good things had to come to an end, and at some point the beaten bitch didn't react any more. Smelling salt let her get clear a little bit, but the Inferior Mistress had to apply the stimulant.
It was obviously, even to a gory, raging devil like Her, that the blonde slave had reached her absolute limit of endurance. There was no doubt that the stimulant would force Kate to suffer even more, but that was needed for what was to come. Inferior Mistress Zoë nearly slipped out on the blood-flooded floor as She granted Kate an extra-cruel Good-Bye-stroke between her legs.