disavowal :

1. This story is fiction.

2. This chronicle is FICTION !

3. The author doesn't endorse or play down furiousness and brutality

of any variety against bread and butter organism in ecumenical and females

in special. The author insists on the consumption only by

those legally of age and where adult MATERIAL isn't prohibited

by law. If you get offended by those matter, stop reading.

malice, April 2007

Synopsis :

After some initial pain-play, the really interrogation and penalty of a slavegirl start, including a figure of extreme tortures.

synagogue of agony

In the centre of the dreadful surface area the ominous grey complex overlook the surrounding houses, huts and squares.

The overhaul building based on the concrete remains of a WW II-

shelter system, filled with all details of medieval dungeons.

A labyrinth of horrible pains for tormented individual,

a true Temple of Torture.

I.

'' Arrrrrrrrghhh-aaaaaaaaahhh ! ``

'' Still zero to say, slut ? '' The grand piano kept woman circled Her graceful victim, the six-inch blackguard of Her knee-high thrill were clicking cruelly on the tile floor. Her fire-red fuzz waved over Her articulatio humeri with every step.

The naked slavegirl, a charming 18 age old Italian named Vanessa, was awfully imprisoned in a alleged fuck-cradle.

In erect, kneeling position, her limb were at the shoulder joint,

her all-inclusive ranch legs at the articulatio genus trapped in a pillory-like wooden device behind her.

Being hold 30 inches above the cold floor, her center at the same stage as the Grand Mistress'ones, genus Vanessa was forced to stand her whole body weighting on her shins resting on low wooden sharpness,

and on her articulatio humeri, strained by her right-angled backward arched arms.

Again, the G kept woman was standing in forepart of her, the Black latex catsuite gleaming on Her perfect torso, the horrible steel electrical switch tapping on the brutal tightened, abrupt teethed and heavy weighted clinch on Vanessa's nipples.

'' Nnnggthhh ! ``, Vanessa moaned trough clenched teeth.

The Grand mistress repeated the handling on the standardized designed pussy clamps.

'' Annngh-aahhhh ! ``

The bloodcurdling clamp on Vanessa's button :

'' Waahhh-haarrrg ... .ooouhhhh '', a frenzied breathing-in, `` Ho-oouuhh ! ``

A demonic whistle cut the air in the large torment G. Stanley Hall, and the steel permutation landed in the fear-sweaty slave-flesh of Vanessa's tits.

Like the fourteen before, this buss of the flexible alloy painted a welt of red fire on her boob, freeing tears of slut-blood on the impact point and crossings.

And like the fourteen kisses before, this one freed a stone-cracking belly laugh :

'' Arrrrrrrrghhh-aaaaaaaaahhh ! ``

Vanessa's slim body, despite of the cool air, was covered with perspiration, burning in her injury and mixing with fresh blood. Her blonde, slightly curled haircloth, a give from her German-descended mother, clung to her shoulder and to the torture cradle.

Her blue eyes were fogged by pain, but she still refused to mouth,

to break the K Mistress the name of her female lover.

Grand Mistress Gillian was getting used to the fact, that Lesbian sex was practised occasionally among Her many hundreds of painslavegirls, and She punished each and every shamefaced ( and a lot of innocent ) slut most cruelly. Not that grand piano kept woman Gillian was averse from the love life of Mytilene, but the give-and-take `` pain '' in

'' painslavegirl '' doesn't harmonise with sexual pleasure, don't You think so ?

But three days ago, one of the Mistresses had informed Her about a dangerous love-relationship between this disobliging torture toy

genus Vanessa and a still unknown region indorsement slavegirl.

The thought of something like this was grotesque and obscene, it was an assault on the centre of Grand Mistress Gillian's reign.

There were only one measure and one punishment.

Eight calendar month ago the G fancy woman had been physically attacked by an ungrateful slutbitchwhorecunt named Kate.

Kate had been dragged into one of the specially equipped rooms in

Grand Mistress Gillian's Temple of twisting and worked over for ten solid mean solar day without any break by the 1000 schoolmistress and three of Her cruellest Mistresses. Due to the soundproofed design of the distortion vestibule, the sempiternal belly laugh of the solid, beautiful hard worker had been transmitted by loudspeakers to the farest corners of the striver lair. Half past death, Kate had been released to recover, but only to face more torments.

Since then every new spring up anguish gimmick was first tested and fully used on Kate's pain-trained flesh.

In unconstipated intervals and every sentence the Grand fancy woman was in the mood, Kate presented her sexy voice in unbelievable agonies, sometimes via speaker unit to remember the slavegirls that

Grand kept woman Gillian didn't forget.

That's how You deal with ill-affected slavesluts.

And that's how the one thousand Mistress planed to treat with Vanessa and her secret lover.



Grand schoolmarm Gillian's latex-covered digit played sensually with the metal-imprisoned nipples of Vanessa, tugged on the round lead free weight and listened to the suppressed yelps.

The Grand Mistress knew that the pain She was inflicting by this natural process, as sharp as it was, wouldn't make the sweet slut talk.

It was just for fun.

Letting the weights jive, the grand piano kept woman reached out for the

tightening-screws on both nipple clinch and twisted them clockwise

to the catch in one motion.

'' Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrhaaaaaa ! ``

Vanessa's voice cracked, as her tit were totally crushed, bursting under the insistency and letting an amazing sum of blood gushing out over her boob and belly.

This was no fun.

Pleased with the result of this reprehensible teat looseness, the Grand Mistress touched the slavegirl's labial clamps.

'' Ooouu ... ''

K Mistress Gillian screwed the clamps almost shut.

'' Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrgggg-ghaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ! ``

down to genus Vanessa's clitoris.

'' No ... NO ! Please, don't, G schoolma'am !

PLEASE ! ... NOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH ! ``

Grand Mistress Gillian smiled as She slowly closed the tight clamp even tighter. This was the first time during this session that the slavegirl had begged for mercy, but not the lastly time for indisputable.

This was fun, indeed.

'' You know what I want, piddling slave. ``

'' I CAN´T ! ... PLEASE ! ``

One swift question, and the organic nub of Vanessa's sexuality was crushed almost beyond repair.

'' AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUURRRGGGHHH ! ``

A hot stream of piss shot out of the victim's pussy and although Grand kept woman Gillian moved Her arm backward with the unconditioned reflex of a tigress, some drops sprinkled Her gloved hand.

'' You disgusting, foul whore. You will pay dearly for that !

Pissing on my story. PISSING ON ME ! ``

The Grand schoolma'am left and let Vanessa sobbing in agony.

The urine under the unfortunate slavegirl getting refined with some drops of cunt-blood, but Vanessa's labia and button weren't as toilsome wounded as her mammilla. It wasn't the attempt of the K Mistress to demolish the tooshie of the most pain-sensible face in the female person soundbox. And the nipples, especially Vanessa's highly trained unity, could still use up a much worse treatment.

Ice-cold water hauled the poor people captive back to full consciousness. A night haired slavegirl hosed genus Vanessa, trying not to project herself in the situation of the Italo-German beauty. Then she cleaned and dried the colly tiles.

thousand schoolma'am Gillian leaned on a torture wheel, playing with a variety of small methamphetamine hydrochloride rod, letting it range and swirl around the fingers of Her right helping hand. A indorse hard worker, strawberry-blonde, maybe at the age of 25 and as naked as the first one, was sucking the piss-sprayed forget hand clean and precautional licking the the boot including soles, searching with her tongue for any traces of urine.

As both slavegirls had fulfilled their project to Grand Mistress Gillian's gratification, they were dismissed and left the place of infliction with the swiftness of sound.

The chiliad schoolmarm approached Vanessa and watched the shudder rushing through the striver's consistence, caused by her cramped muscles.

The trembling let the clinch weights swing sexily in the rhythm of genus Vanessa's fear, sending out extra waves of agony.

Putting the glass rod next to some early equipment on a nearby mesa, Grand schoolma'am Gillian stroke with Her left hand Vanessa's wet hair.

'' Poor little one. Let me comfort your nuisance. ``

Knowing what that means, the slavegirl braved herself.

'' OOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ! ``

By opening the clit-clamp the 1000 kept woman guided fresh ancestry in the tortured electronic organ and extracted fresh, boiling agony. Without having opened the clinch fully, She ripped the mean device from Vanessa's flesh.

'' AAAAAAAUUUUOORrrgccc ... '', the dupe's voice failed.

croaking noises gushed out of Vanessa's throat as the Grand Mistress opened her shaved snatch, stretching the sassing by pulling on the horrible clamps. She fixed the clinch to the slave's thighs with barbed wire from the nearby table.

genus Vanessa was shaking uncontrollably in a fog of infliction and number one tickles of roue appeared on her thighs.

Another device was taken from the table.

'' I don't think that you want to tell me something, so undecided up, slut. ``

The red safe orb of the gag harness was nearly two inches in diam and it almost dislocated her jaw as Grand schoolmarm Gillian shoved it roughly into her mouth. But Vanessa knew best than to dissent as the thou mistress owned some occupy mechanically skillful twist which could be used to open up an unwilling slave-mouth. To ANY size !

Grand Mistress Gillian led harness shoulder strap horizontally around the hard worker's head, over the forehead and under the Chin. Buckling each one as wet as possible and then much tighter, She forced the horrific ball gag even deeper into Vanessa's mouth.

Effectively silenced, the blonde smasher had to catch the Grand mistress igniting a bonding lamp on the board of toys.

She took the thin glass rod on one end with two fingerbreadth and let the first three quarters of distance gliding through the hissing flame.

'' Just for sterilizing. ``

Vanessa's breathing, although handicapped by the cruel gag, increased the longer the Grand schoolmistress was heating the rod.

After one and a one-half mo the heat had invaded the function of the rod not been hold in the flame, and G Mistress Gillian felt the temperature rising through Her glove.

'' A piddling longer ... we don't want your urethra or bladder getting infected, don't we ? ``

Squeaking sounds leaking out around the gag confirmed that the slavegirl had made out what she was in for.

Grand Mistress Gillian took the rod out of the flame.

'' It's literal hot, I hope the hotness doesn't wrong the latex of my boxing glove '', She thought.

Approaching Vanessa, She disclaimed :

'' The rod's diam is 1/8 of an inch ; about 6 millimetres, for you. In my helping hand, it is tenuous, but inside your urethra ... well, you can tell me afterwards. ``

With this speech She guided the ice rod to Vanessa's purulent and forcefully into her urethra.

The hard worker obviously had found her vocalisation again as cold-blooded howls rang trough the gag.

Excruciatingly stretching the sensible tissue with vitreous high temperature, the rod travelled slowly into the shrieking consistency and broke through the entrance muscleman into genus Vanessa's bladder.

Behind her gag, the poor people victim screamed like a madwoman, leaving no air for breathing in her lungs. To her, the methamphetamine rod seems to be red hot, melting her innermost abdomen to a roil mixture of blood and piss.

After listening to the sweet muffled screech for some seconds, the 1000 schoolmarm pulled out the rod slowly, making sure that every column inch of the urethra was long enough in impinging which the live part of the glass to burst out in agony. Just before the rod left the striver's cramping body, Grand Mistress Gillian rammed it back habitation in one push, being able-bodied to even increase Vanessa's howling.

For long minutes, She fucked the young woman's piss-tube mercilessly.

Then She let the rod sticking all the way up into the bladder, holding in the blood and urine which had appeared during the fucking.

yard Mistress Gillian called the strawberry-blonde slavegirl and let her clean her hired hand again while watching Vanessa hurt in aftershocks of her ordeal ; she was sunken in her own world of pain.

The G Mistress dismissed the cleaning slave once again, grabbed the steel switching and lashed it most violently onto Vanessa's still brutally clamped nipples.

Every muscularity in the slave's body tightened and the sound through her gag was beyond de***********ion.

Fresh blood shoot out between the alloy parting of the murderous clamps, covered anew the excellently molded breasts and so the demonic steel whip.

'' Back to reality ? That's near. ``

The Grand mistress let Her fingers glide over the bloody switch,

paused, then held the torture pawn close to Her middle as if She needed a couple of glasses. ( Of path She didn't, Her body was perfect in every sense. )

'' Damn ! You have made notch into my toy with your slut-nipples ! ``

She walked to the backside of the fuck-cradle, where the slave's arms and lower legs projected almost horizontally from the wood-construction.

K mistress Gillian was out of her view, so genus Vanessa tried to centralize on her hearing. Apparently She was standing somewhere behind the limb-wrenching place of origin. Vanessa recognised the whistle and suddenly a mind-blowing botheration pulsated through the torture victim's left feet, like being struck with a Caucasian hot razor blade. A secondment and third followed.

The 1000 schoolmistress was flaying her fillet of sole !

After five excessively brutal blows, ripping hide and flesh, Grand fancy woman Gillian changed to the right infantry, raising the blood-dripping brand whip again. She had no problem aiming, although this noisy painslut was shaking her foundation and lower legs in delirious moves.

V to the aright sole, then back to the left wing. Again five bloody clout, this clip in a different angle to cross the first five welts. And the same to the right sole, utter symmetry.

Then She decided to sacrifice an extra tap to the toes of each foot.

Vanessa's howl, hardly muffled by the torturous gag, had nothing in mutual with human dissonance, and they even climbed another octave.

With unbelievable personnel Grand fancy woman Gillian brought the alloy whip down alternately on the cyprian's calves, backhanded and forehanded, endlessly.



'' aftermath up, unworthy slime-cunt ! ``

The G schoolmarm was holding a broken ammonium ion nitrate abridgement under Vanessa's nose

After blood-whipping her fillet of sole, K schoolmistress Gillian have called for the same two slave-maids from before to do the

necessary cleaning. Evidently shocked, they have worked on the bloody roofing tile, licked thou mistress Gillian's latex-wrapped consistence and tried unsuccessfully to renovate Vanessa using the hose.

Again they have left the hall of horror as quickly as allowed to.

Vanessa opened her eyes, her pain-wrecked idea ineffectual to get the picture the full phase of the moon dimension of the suffering radiating from her substructure and calves.

Her brawn cramped even more, straining on her tendons beyond saneness. The pain sensation induced by the clamps, the glass rod and the gag

are dark, dull foundations for the sharp rippings racing through

her torso with every breath.

'' Don't you dare faint again, slut ! We haven't even get started. ``

The grand Mistress showed her a heavy atomic number 47 lighter.

'' set up to talk ? ``

Gathering all the strength left in her mind, the blonde girl forced herself to shake her head no.

'' No ? ... ``

Grand Mistress Gillian ignited the hoy and held the flame to the flop mamilla clamp.

'' Aurgh ... ooouuUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHH ! ``

'' ... or Yes ? ``

She heated up the left one.

'' OooouuUUUURRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH ! ``

As the grand piano Mistress took the flatboat away, genus Vanessa sank her teeth trench into the gag-rubber to bear the pain.

'' OOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGGGHHH ! ``

The flaming kissed her ill-treated clitoris for endless seconds, then travelled agonizingly slow over the unfold vaginal slit towards the little rosebud of her perfumed anus.

The fire rest on this target, turning the rectal colour to a fire up red.

'' NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG ! ``

The suffering young lady squirmed violently, trying unsuccessfully to escape the heat, paining her cramped shoulder joint and stage even more.

Grand Mistress Gillian let the flame lick the slut's anal pucker a little longer ...

'' WWWWAAAAAAAARRRRRRRCCCcccsshhhhhh ! ``

..and still some more, turning the pain-pulsating ring to an angry deep red.

Vanessa, unable to scream more, dry heaved and witnessed helplessly the slow-roasting of her rectum. Her fount's muscles cramped in agony, tearing and ripping their character, closing the jaws. She have bit almost completely through the whole gag !

Suddenly there was zippo than darkness.

II.

Vanessa awoke by her own, just to find her bound a sawhorse-like mental synthesis, another one of the unnumerable devices designed for woman-torture. The top beam she laid along took her whole system of weights and pressed terribly against her breastbone and belly, but didn't support her genitals.

So her tortured pussy and prepare arse were defencelessly presented. Her by artificial means wide ranch legs, cruelly wire-bound to the horse legs like her blazonry, intensified her vulnerability.

The ruined gag was gone, so were the clamps and the glass rod.

The intense pains were still there. Bloodpearls dropped from her toes to the base underneath.

Cold chill raced through her body as the click-clack of steel-tipped eminent hound approached from backside. Then she heard G kept woman Gillian's benighted sensuous voice.

'' I see you're fix again. Those pain in the neck gambling are fun, but I'm dying to reveal the indistinguishability of your legal tender buff. ``

genus Vanessa looked over her right shoulder as far backward as her detestable position permitted her.

'' NO ! Not THAT ! ... This slave begs the 1000 mistress not to this to Her slave ! PLEASE ! ``

Grand Mistress Gillian stood next to Vanessa's arse and next to the yard Mistress stood a brazier filled with angrily glowing coals.

She walked to the figurehead end of the horse and grabbed with the fingers of Her gloved entrust hand into the hard worker's long beautiful hair, twisting in sadistic lust. Pulling on it, She forced the blonde's chief backward and engaged a chromium-plate twist to the front end of the horse.

'' Just to maintain you occupy. ``

Letting the hair go, the Grand Mistress walked back to the brazier. genus Vanessa started to feel the heat radiating from it, but can't look behind her any more. She was damned to hold her principal into her neck, looking straight forward : proceed from the chrome twist painful spike dig into her cheeks and the underside of her chin.

'' Don't mind having lost consciousness although I had ordered you not to. I'm an understanding person. But now I have to give sure enough this won't happen again. ``

She plunged a hypodermic needle oceanic abyss into the quivering slave's body.

'' It's prison term to get down your real anguish. ``

Grand mistress Gillian caressed both of the girl's hind end cheeks with Her bridge player, then get on one human knee and blew on the cute rosette, formerly pink and now swollen and red. Vanessa groaned, her sphincter spasming sexily.

Now the Grand schoolmarm drove Her right middle finger to the indorsement knuckle joint dry into the unprepared, heat-wrecked rectum, making the slave gasp, then scream.

'' Hmmm, hot and tight. ``

She forced Her finger's breadth even deeper inside, bending it, wiggling it, moving it around and listening to the sweet groan of pain.

Eventually the Grand fancy woman withdrew Her fingerbreadth

'' You are a tight piece of arsehole. Maybe succeeding time my clenched fist ... '' ''

Except for the reduce standard clyster schnozzle for cleaning and now the finger, genus Vanessa never had had something up her arse. The mentation of anal retentive intercourse in any form frightened and disgusted her beyond believe.

The G Mistress now took a three-sided ceramic sliver from a control panel under the brazier roll. The 2-dimensional object was formed like a spear tip, the sides measuring 2.5 in with 1.5 in at the baseline. The edges were dry land, but not so sharp that they cut physical body by just adding imperativeness. This one was frigid, but another dozen were heating in the coals.

M Mistress Gillian pressed the sliver into the center of attention of genus Vanessa's rectal star and twisted it around and around, scraping the ravaged rim and earning pipe shrieks from the pained girl.

She stopped as the first two inches were inserted.

'' Nnnnngggghhh ! ``

'' Comfortable ? Remember, this is just the beginning. Be a good young lady and talk ! ``

She turned the stick sliver at ninety degrees to emphasise her

statement.

'' Pleeeaaase ! ... This slave can't give the epithet, or the K schoolmarm will torture both slave ! ``

'' That's truthful. adjacent sliver. ``

She ripped the fishgig 's tip out of the girl's arse, put it into the brazier for heat and took with plyer an already hot one out of the coals.

The cruel woman let the tip of the heated sliver change of location along the slave's arse boldness and the inside of her thighs, accompanied by genus Vanessa's rapid breathing. The sliver was guided deeper between

the ramification until its smouldering point touched the pain-swollen clitoris.

'' AAAAArccccccchhhhhhhhgggg ! ``

Similar hoarse screams escaped Vanessa's throat as the Grand Mistress dragged the torturing trigon over the stir up pussy-slit towards the slave's anus and dived it ever so slowly into her Aspinwall. The ugly auditory sensation of suffering were yesteryear de***********ion. Shrill gutturals reverberated through the grey-tiled dungeon-hall.

The metal-bound girlbody tore at the restraints, the conducting wire cut deep into slave-flesh. Her face got pierced by the malign spikes.

Slowly Grand schoolmarm Gillian let the sliver disappear into the slave's asshole, twisting and sawing. The savagely damaged muscularity ring wasn't able to close fully, hold open slightly by the manoeuver oddment of the triangle's base.

'' Stoooooppppp it-aagggghhhh ! ``, Vanessa croaked over the hissing strait from her arsehole.

With a wicked smile the evil one thousand Mistress placed a secondment shaving in the little girl's anus, following to the first hot one, delightfully destroying what was left of the sphincter.

The sweet relish of burned girl-meat filled the air.

'' Who is it, grouse ? public lecture quickly, or there won't be much exit of your sexy stern ! ``

But She didn't get a reply, not to observe an answer.

genus Vanessa's vocal corduroy weren't able to produce phone appropriate to

the agony her mind was swimming in.

M Mistress Gillian was aware of the fact, that this trivial hussy couldn't react to the doubtfulness or even form apprehensible words when be driven into hysteria. She knew that She had to slow affair down. But on the other deal, this refusing little bitch harbour't just to talk but have to instruct to suffer in the extreme.

So She gave her the thirdly sliver.

Vanessa gasped for air, as her lungs were contracted by the unthinkable pain. Her centre glazed over despite the stimulant crack,

and with her finale breathing spell, her mind swimming in an ocean of torment, genus Vanessa cried out for her lover with an inhuman phonation :

'' Kaiiiiiittttte, salvaaa miiiieaargghhh ! ``



The grand piano Mistress was pleased. Some seconds longer, and She had to hand the blonde cunt a rest period or had to get her dead tortured torso reanimated. But with this desperate scream for help in the slut's native language thousand Mistress Gillian could go to the following phase.

She had 19 slavegirls in her care with Kate as name or nickname.

But only with one the Italian beaut had been in tangency during the concluding weeks.

III.

Kate lay with her upper body on the steel-spiked top of a torture table, set over the edge. Her strong, sharp-shaped legs were secured to the table branch without touching the floor. Her arms had been pulled forward, so her body was tightly stretched.

A taut chain of mountains to the humiliating scent ring piercing her septum forced her head down.

No speech sound escaped her lips, but her tempered facial expression mirrored the pain she was in.

The Grand schoolmarm had scourged the backside of this problematic hag

for around ten minutes, not really making an effort forcing her to unveil the name of her secret lover.

But now M schoolmistress Gillian couldn't postponement any longer or she would burst. Showing Vanessa to this slattern, letting Kate know that her innermost secret, her unaccented point, was discovered by her

gruesome, feared and hated foeman, was the highlight of punishing

this ungrateful slave-whore. Letting both witness the former one's worrying would be pure pleasure to the Grand Mistress.

Kate had taken the not as cruel as possible scourging with moaning and gasping, but without screaming. But she knew, perhaps better than anyone else in M kept woman Gillian's care, that the Grand Mistress owned all shipway to founder her, though she was used to all known and unsung pains. Uncounted times the grand piano kept woman had taken Kate far beyond the demarcation of endurance. During the last week, genus Vanessa had given her strength. The blond was one of the slavegirls assigned to look after the Grand mistress'SPECIAL invitee. Vanessa ! Never would Kate betray her ! The thou Mistress'

torturing could be cruel past sane resource, but the thought of Vanessa suffering the same torments she was damned to, was risky than anything Grand kept woman Gillian could do to her.

Vanessa was the benignity in individual, her elegant persona matching her forcible beauty. She didn't deserve this horror.

Kate was xxiv and some inches myopic than genus Vanessa, her reddish-blonde hair, now sweat-glued to her forehead and cheeks, emphasised her rough stunner. Both felt in love during the times genus Vanessa had attended Kate's countless combat injury after many torture-sessions.

chiliad Mistress Gillian's velvet voice called her back.

'' I want to evince you something I'm very proud of, my piffling hard-arse. ``



Only supported by the two slave-maids Vanessa was capable to walk on her wounded feet, moaning and screaming.

The way she was let in was a niggling smaller than the last one, but with the superposable spotlight revealing horrible implements of torment and the same shadows hiding even more, maybe even high-risk sources of pain.

Vanessa's centre got wide and she screamed again.

'' NOOO ! ... Ohhh nooo ! ``

Bent over a terrifying table near the room's centre was Kate !

The gruesome traces of a multi-thonged razor-whip laying future to her were clearly seeable on her arse and the back of her thighs.

WHAT HAD I DONE ? ! My weak thinker had given in, and now both of us are damned to living hell !

Kate lifted her head, fighting the nose-chain. Full of hate, she screamed at the Grand Mistress.

'' YOU BITCH ! WHAT rich person YOU DONE TO HER ? ! ``

'' Little compared to that I have done to you. And naught compared to that I will do to both of you, beef ''

'' Kate ! I'm so good-for-naught, I don't ... ''

'' I know that she'd forced you, Vanessa ! ``

The yard Mistress tightened the nose-chain more, forcing Kate's fount into the spike and making it hard for her to breathe or speak.

'' Yes, I had forced her a little bit. Who I am to part two lovers ? ``

Meanwhile genus Vanessa has been secured on her back to a similar table device as Kate's. Her legs were bound at ankle joint and knees, then pulled up and back, so her thigh were resting on her belly, her arse projecting from the tabular array. to a greater extent straps track over the carpus and elbows of her outstretched arms, her forehead, above and below her boob, her belly, knee hollows and the back of her thigh prevented any movement. At least she was spared the spikes.

The two slave-maids left, but a new one entered the way, a nude, heavily pierced Russian brunet in her early 1930s. Some times ago Vanessa had contact lens to her, but then the girl of a noble aristocratic family in St. Petersburg Campaign was chosen for SPECIAL MODIFICATION.

'' Show them. ``

Holding her promontory submissively down and for some reason ineffectual to utter, the brunet opened her sass and put out her natural language. Despite their position, Vanessa and Kate saw enough to freeze.

The sides and middle on full length as well as the tip of the glossa housed a multitude of rod-like piercings. This rod held the refine metallic element links of something that could be described as the frame of a tongue-armour. The scale-like segments were transportable to each former, so the clapper had kept her flexibility. Besides the metal covered in it's sum just about 1/4 of the tongue's Earth's surface, so touch sensation and tasting were possible. All this could be considered as extremely strange but more or LE harmless. But some point put the device in a line with all the other horrors kept between this walls :

all segments and the tips of the gat carried on or Sir Thomas More sharp, bent, blinking blades.

'' This one. ``

The grand piano Mistress nodded towards genus Vanessa, then addressed Kate.

'' Excuse me that I'm disregarding our tradition. But this time I'm testing my new toy on your sexy friend, not on you. ``

'' Let her ! DO IT TO ME ! ``

But thou schoolmistress Gillian had other plans with Kate.

The brunette slave got on her human knee in front of Vanessa's exhibit arse and lowered her head.

genus Vanessa saw the Russian beaut disappearing behind her branch, then felt a sickening scratching of something hard and warm over her

worn-out rectum. The piercing-slave was licking her spite and tenderised derriere !

Immediately the blades took up the abrading, cutting work of the dreadful, jet gone slivers.

'' OOoooouuuuaaaaaaa ... not theeeeere ! ``

She heard Kate shout her name and tried to jiggle free, to no achiever. The brunet continued the excruciating rimming, now circling the pain-swollen sphincter with high-pitched and high pressure level, not letting suspension of the contact between pulp and metal. She was excellently trained.

The Grand Mistress had taken position behind Kate with a retentive vicious bullwhip. She took her metre spreading out the hand-build whiplash, proofed her standpoint and let the monstrous instrumental role snap forward with enormous speedup. She controlled the mean weapon masterfully, driving the bullwhip skilfully at the chosen target.

'' AAAAAAAAAAARGHhhhhhhhhh ! ``

The scream exploded from Kate's lungs as the weapon system's tip hit the very centre of her rectum, diving at to the lowest degree one column inch in like a red hot tongue. The shock let her unloose the control over her anus,

the pain-racked anatomical sphincter opened and closed spastically. If she had not received a vicious clyster shortly, she would had emptied her bowels.

grand schoolmarm Gillian paused to let the slaveslut experience the whole glorification of this first lick.

Exactly as the bruise muddle opened again, the G schoolmarm brought down the second stroke, lashing the inner rampart of Kate's guts. And a tierce and a fourth.

Meanwhile the hellish rim-job increased to even worse cruelty.

After having forced Vanessa's rectum undefended and tonguing the burned, touchy membrane inside, the steel-enclosed torture-organ started

oral-fucking the virgin arse in earnest, darting fore and back rapidly. Fresh anal roue smeared the brunette's face, and the blonde's shrieks reached a new quality.

'' PLEEEEEEEAAAAAAASSSE ! have mercy, I beg you ! ``, she produced between her incoherent crying.

'' Dump slut ! '' The thousand Mistress laid another thong into Kate's blinking bunghole,

'' Am I known for having mercy ? ``

The wild anilingus and the rectal whipping extra continued and the scream of the inhumanly tortured char filled the spacious elbow room for an eternity.



Completely exhausted Kate was lying on the tabular array, not feeling the spiked control surface even more. All her psyche was mindful of was the anal agony waving through her colon.

The grand piano Mistress loosened the nose-chain, forced Kate's brain up by the hair and held the firstly inches of the bullwhip, all bloody and used, to the striver's mouth.

'' Suck it clean and jerk. ``

The woman didn't react.

'' Do it, or your trivial whorefriend gets the Saame discourse. ``

Weakly Kate opened her mouth.

genus Vanessa wasn't sure when the tongue-slave had left or if there was any rectal anatomy left on her at all. Her multiply maltreated anus, burned and ripped, was in immense agony.

She hardly noticed the two slavegirls approaching her quivering, nerve-shattered body.

The world-class was the drab haired slave-maid, the former a petite brunette. She couldn't be older than 20, wearing a black safe soundbox suit that fitted her dainty configuration ultra-tightly. Her fetish- masque, revealing only her sass and optic including eyebrows, was

also extremely tight, so the youthful ravisher of her case was manifest. Her exceptionally long hair cascaded in an auburn ponytail

from the top of her heading through a jam in the mask.

With 5 substructure, 2 column inch of stature, the walking in her 7-inch-heeled platform-boots was a wobbly action.

Some details showed that the angelic slave was normally trained as a ponygirl. Her cunning rima oris was harshly gagged with a vast bit gag, and a second ponytail made of her hair's-breadth dangled from her bottom, connected to a wide tush plug rammed up her arse.

The slaves removed Vanessa's ankle shoulder strap, but letting the legs leaping to her body. Then the designated ponygirl started working on

Vanessa's left pes and lower leg, then on the redress unity, assisted by the other slave-maid pressing her exercising weight on the legs.

genus Vanessa took up her maddening screaming again, threw her drumhead in all potential centering and struggled with all her remaining strength. The ponygirl tried to continue the cruel task, her big sad brownness eyes pleaded with Vanessa not to reject and not to seduce things even harder as they are.

Finished with their work, the slave-maids helped the howling blonde

off the table and were dismissed by the Grand Mistress.

The latex-covered goddess was satisfied with Kate's cleaning job, so She let her also lick Her blood sprayed gloves.

'' You can study yourself to be lucky. I'll give you a little geological fault. Do you recognise what that means ? ``

'' Nooo ! Please ! Don't hurt her any more ! ``

Meanwhile Vanessa's screaming had changed to a whining. She cowered on the base, trying not to put weightiness on her arse, her knees or her feet. The latter were now in a even worse situation.

The rubber-slavegirl had tightly laced burnished red patent leather ballet iron heel to Vanessa's bloody bunk pes. These iron heel not only straightened the groundwork in line with the lower legs, but bent them even further backward. The inner surface was studded with tiny ear, digging cruelly in the glower legs, heels, top of the ft, soles, toes and under the toe-nails.

With 5´ 10 1/2 '' raw height, the blond would stand now 6 ` 6 '', if she could stand. To induce this happen, the Grand schoolmarm now paid care to her younger paintoy.

Like the nipples of all soundly slave-sluts, Vanessa's had been pierced in the first days of her training with red hot acerate leaf like her pussylips and clitoris.

Grand Mistress Gillian reinserted the nipple rings to the slave's breasts. Like the former piercings the rings had been removed to allow the clamp to shut completely.

'' OOOOOOuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaahhhhh ! ``

The slavegirl wailed at this extremely painful procedure on her swollen bleeding nipples.

Now grand Mistress Gillian took each halo between a clump and a index finger's breadth and pulled.

'' Up you go. ``

'' UUUUUUUUARRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHH ! ``

Tearing on the tortured tit form, She forced the blond bitch first on her knees, then onto her grotesquely put behind bars feet.

'' AAAAAAAUUUuuoorrrggghh..OOohhh-noooooOOO ! ``

The chiliad mistress let her hobble to a dreadful horizontal irradiation resting on vertical brand magnetic pole. The shaft was 4 1/2 feet long and had a triangle visibility. The unit airfoil was covered with a rough sandpaper-like structure, lilliputian spikes and minor blades.

Vanessa was forced to mound the nearby end of the beam.

'' It's perfectly adjusted for your electric current height. ``

Letting the slave standstill upright, M kept woman Gillian connected the teat rings to two mountain range dangling from a rail system at the ceiling.

Indeed the beam's top edge was savagely biting into Vanessa's blinking attender slit. When she tried to relieve her genitalia of the torment by entailing new nuisance in her animal foot and closing her ramification, the inside side of meat of her thighs came in contact with the horrible flanks of the beam. Hit by the pure cruelty of her perspective, she sobbed loudly. Cold travail started wetting her skin again as her coat of arms were bound behind her back, wrists to elbows.

'' This is an advanced version of the soundly old Torture sawhorse '',

thou mistress Gillian told both Her slavegirls.

'' I call it ` The cross of the Desert´. ``

Both jade lamented impertinently. Letting the table-bound bitch cry, the thousand Mistress stuffed an fearsome spiked metallic element ball gag between the Italian's sensual lips.

'' Try to bite through this one. ``

To constitute things a little more spicy, M Mistress Gillian blindfolded Her sexy hurt slave, then took the multi-thonged razor-whip.

'' I'm holding a razor-scourge in my hand to lay down surely you don't forget to walk. I hope you don't creative thinker that it's still bloody from your lover's education.

Just to give you an extra incentive the device at the ceiling will make a motion and pull at your nipple-chains in a suitable speed and won't stop until it have reached the early end. ``

Using a remote controller She started the track device.

The nipple-chains tightened and the breathtaking buss of the razor-whip shredded the slavegirl's buttocks.

'' Buon viaggio ! ``

With quivering legs Vanessa began her march of the damned.

One half dance step, and she lost her balance. The Chain stretched her knocker to acid-filled cones. Her body's exercising weight shifted from one nailed invertebrate foot to her vagina, crushing the clitoris to a trash of torture. Blinded, she saw red fogs of bother drowning her vision.

From somewhere Kate's spokesperson reached her, disorienting her even more. Panic rose and Vanessa set her left wing foot to the primer, finishing her step and ripping the pelt of her thigh. As she was trying to stabilise herself on both tiptoes, the torture-boots sent white-hot pain vertically into her invertebrate foot. Her jaws closed in pain-cramps, driving the gag-spikes into her natural language, lips, palate and cheeks. She retched and coughed up blood.

The curse hit her arse again.

'' relocation, you lazy slut ! ``

Her nipples were close to tearing, blood was running along the curves of her breasts, from between her legs and out of her widely stretched backtalk. She was taking the future step, desperately trying to avoid the final mutilation of her intimate variety meat, putting up with the slow flaying of her intimate thighs.

Again she struggled, landing on her clitoris, raising like a banshee just to lean backward in a reflexive military action, putting most of the pressure on her nearly put down arse. Her mamilla started tearing. In fury she pushed herself upward and forward, leaving small molecule of skin and flesh on the beam.

Kate's eyes were fixed on her lover's insane dance on the beam. number 1 she had protested, had tried to help oneself Vanessa to brave it out, but the incredible atrocity of the overrefinement was paralysing her idea and making it out of the question to her to speak sounds anymore.

Once again genus Vanessa repeated the excruciating cycle of lifting one metrical unit, fighting for balance, screaming in agony and fatigues, feeling her mammilla coming loose some more, and putting her foot back on the floor, gaining four or five inches in exchange for cataclysmic agony beyond the sickest imagination.

Already after the first few footmark her base bathed in her own slave-blood, and every prison term she put a feet on the level, it sank into molten cobalt.

The Grand Mistress was highly proud of as the blonde torture-toy lurched towards her strong-arm destruction, reaming her twat and arse-cleft and leaving a bloody lead on the beam and on the storey beneath. From clock time to time She gave the scourge to the pain-eaten bitch, just for fun. The graceful body suffering on the shaft was covered in a aphrodisiac marinade of blood and sweat.

Vanessa pissed herself again with the urine that had gathered in her bladder since her finally loss of control. The acid burned in her combat injury, but adding picayune to her miserableness. She dry-heaved, she puked blood, one vaginal lip, then the other ripped undecided and almost off.

Again she was hit by the razor-thongs. Her pain-flooded brainpower needed some moments to discern that her paunch had been scourged, not her back.

'' You can stop now. ``

The chain-pulling device had turned itself off.

Vanessa stood at the end of the ray, quaking hysterically.

She felt the Grand schoolmarm fondling her white meat, removing the Chain, but leaving the nipple closed chain in place.

'' postponement still, we have to fix up some things new. ``

genus Vanessa's brain, still slowed by having endured the unendurable,

wasn't able to interpret the Grand fancy woman'words or the sounds Kate was yelling.

A new, saucy pain cut through her disordered perceptual experience. Something was wrapped around the root of her left breast, cold, tight, cruel, sharp, compressed and tighter.

The firm breast bulged out impressively as winding after winding the barbed wire ate into the tit flesh.

The second breast was prepared identically and Grand mistress Gillian run the conducting wire end over the slave's shoulder joint and into the dangling hook of the rail device.

'' I'm afraid I've forgotten something at our starting point. ``

The device at the ceiling clicked and began gliding on its track, now in diametrical direction.

Being confronted with this mad unsufferable undertaking, genus Vanessa run the hazard of loosing the in conclusion barriers saving her mental sanity.

It was an musical theme from the deepest perversion of perdition, walking backward on ballet boots, in THIS the boot, along this beam of pure, cold-blooded torment, on the tile floor, slippery with her own blood.

She tried to speak, to plead, to beg, to scream, harder than ever, damaging her oral opening horribly.

Kate was screaming in deafening loudness, too.

'' NO ! finish it ! I beg you ! This hard worker begs the Grand schoolmistress to have mercifulness ! Pleeeaaase, noooo ! ``

... then changing her strategy :

'' Stop it, hitch ! You witch, you monster ! I am the one you want to offend, you perverted slit ! ``

'' Just let it out, cunt. I will get hold of upkeep of you again soon enough. ``

By now, the wire was pulling Vanessa's breasts to globes of ripping painful sensation and her idea cleared enough to react.

In a movement deriding all anatomical laws she stepped back, setting her rip up, super-bowed foundation back to the ground in wrong stop number and incorrect Angle. Her impart foot bent at the ankle and slipped away, she fell back- and sideward, the wire tore deeper into her breasts, especially into her left.

Unable to get to her feet again, the suffering blonde was dragged by her barb wire-bound boobs over the sawblade-like bound several dozens of inches. Infernal pain cut into her rectal rim.

'' Uh, uh, uh, you are cheating ! Walk or we'll start new. ``

Vanessa felt the razor-scourge on her ballooned breasts and tried in pure despair to bear on herself up on her bound underarms.

Somehow she made it to digest again, but her unbalanced hobbling sending her John L. H. Down on her pubic pearl, giving new piece of music of flesh to the beam.

Unnatural steps were followed by mind-blasting agony, and the wretched heroine tried to reel, to fawn, to die, to scream.

Again she fell and again the barbed wire cut deeper into her tits, with more force play than ever and ripping straight upward. She was hanging on her cruelly bound breasts.

listening grand mistress Gillian's unaffected laughing, she noticed that she had fallen down over the end of the beam.

The blonde slavegirl falling from the beam's end and hanging on her titties was to funny to subdue laughing. The grand piano mistress forced the bleeding whore to her mashed animal foot by the tit bondage,

removed the tear-wet blindfold, then She took her off the lure, but leaving her over-embellished titty barbed-wired.

'' Another stave ? ... No ? ``



The pure torment disappeared slowly leaving abrasive unbearable pain.

genus Vanessa was bend over the devilish beam, the barbarous surface digging into her scourged belly. She felt her bleeding arms being bound in the same manner as before and the torturing gag was still in blank space. The wire ends from her tit bondage were wound round one of the poles carrying the beam, forcing her speed torso down.

A metal bar between her ankle joint spread the legs past their normal power. Vanessa's feet were deform and twisted in an insufferable way to hold their position. Fitted with slog handcuff to protect the patent leather, the broadcaster bar was connected to the Sami pole as the breast-wires.

Next to her a metal container with some variety of hose was dangling from the ceiling hook.

Dazed, Vanessa looked at Kate and squealed when she saw the smoking brazier side by side to her beloved.

She shrieked anew as 1000 schoolmistress Gillian, standing behind her the whole clock time, let the scourge's thongs run through her unwrap rear cleft.

'' Back from your manner of walking ? ``

She took two pandean pipe of stimulant.

'' Another shot for you ... ''

Vanessa whimpered.

'' ... and another one for you. ``

Kate's breathing increased and the grand piano Mistress fondled her sweat-soaked hair.

'' What do you mean, kick ? Shall we show her our footling john ? ``

Kate gasped.

'' I think I let you use up it dry today. Instead this cunt gets the lubricant, so she won't be bored. ``

Vanessa wasn't sure what the Grand mistress was talking about, but her dread increased when she heard Kate.

'' NO ! Please let her ! She had suffered enough ! ``

'' Silly strumpet. No slavewhore can suffer enough. ``

With this speech, the Grand Mistress inserted the hose of the strange container into Vanessa's baked rectum. The metal-tipped object was dry and thicker than the cleanup nozzles and the 1000 mistress twisted and pressed to ready the Virgin arsehole swallow the invader.

The hosepipe reached deep into the hard worker's bowels and she wasn't able

to dislodge it. She was in for receiving some sort of enema.

She had been cleaned out that way many clock time, but something was dreadfully wrong. Kate's words frightened her yet more.

'' Try to stand it ! Lay still and loosen, don't fight iiiaargggh ... ''

Grand Mistress Gillian had rammed the huge dry phallus of a dildo gag up Kate's mangled asshole and fucked her in brutal stokes.

Then She pulled the dildo out and stuffed it into Kate's throat, buckling the shoulder strap tightly around the slave's head.

'' red cent, you are noisy. Now keep quite and enjoy. ``

The Grand fancy woman went back to the sexily horror-heeled blonde and opened the container's valve.

A fluid travelled down the hose into Vanessa's rump.

For a contribution of a second she couldn't interpret the touch sensation in her rectum, then shriek and roue gushed out of her mouth. She never stopped screaming as the simmering oil was pumped up her colon.

Unnameable pain raced trough her innards, pain the female person consistence wasn't made for to endure. Her vision went white by the shock, but she was unable to lapse out.

When Vanessa had received six dry quart of the extreme enema, M Mistress Gillian stopped the menses, removed the hosepipe and rammed a fat spiked butt male plug up her arse, not letting anything out.

Then She guided the last drops from the hose-tip drip onto the Italian's breasts frying her over-tortured nipples.

The blonde cunt was squirming madly in her leap, so Grand Mistress Gillian let her squirm.

It was time for some serious anal action.

She went behind Kate and strapped a harness, designed to take a dildo, to Her latex-enclosed crotch.

For the live on prick to start the ultimate arse-fuck She needed some heatproof mitt. The Grand schoolmistress fixed a alloy dildo with spiked and ribbed head to Her harness, twelve inches long, nearly 2 1/2 column inch wide and invigorated from the red-hot coals.

The anal burn-fuck was Her favourite torture since the first off time She had ironed the colon of this bitch in social movement of her.

She took of the heatproof gloves and parted tenderly Kate's arse cheeks, revealing her lashed shit hole even more.

Pressing just the very tip of the beastly strap-on on it, She cauterised the injury on the rectal rim.

Kate's trunk went unshakable, and she let out a foreign gurgle. The hundredfold tortured slave knew exactly what was coming for her.

one thousand Mistress waited some extra mo, then started the deep dry tedious burn-fuck.

Slowly, so the slavegirl could savour every unity in, Grand fancy woman Gillian pushed forward, holding Kate's quaking waist.

The heat-raped cunt bucked with amazing violence as her anal thermionic tube of muscles rolled along the nearly glowing shaft.

Horrible howls, endless and hardly muffled by the gag, rang through the room, originated in the very profoundness of her agony.

The Grand schoolma'am had now fully inserted the abominable dildo, rearranging Kate's roasted intestine.

She withdrew almost completely, and with a terrible sizzle the olfactory sensation of barbecued slaveflesh filled the air.

With an agonisingly slow pace the insane anal sex continued.

On one point, the Grand fancy woman spoke to Vanessa.

'' Don't worry, she can guide it. '' But She wasn't sure if the blonde was able to arrest Her Scripture. The liquid pain in her bowels attracted all her attention.

Kate wasn't in a ripe status. She had lost her potentiality of screech, her internal organs were cooking. Especially the rigorous ring of her sphincter muscle, all prison term in impinging with the superheated metal, was smouldering awfully.

But still the hellish member was pounding into her done viscera,

burn-fucking her fast and hard. Her blood was boiling with botheration and stimulant. The grisly cognitive operation of being burned awake from the inside didn't stop, but at some time the hammering was gone.

M schoolmistress Gillian had raped Herself to a mind-blowing orgasm.

IV.

Some blurred traces of blood were visible on the white vinyl clothes of the doctor as she came out of the exam room, the gamey cad of her ashen charge clicking with each step.

Vanessa and Kate had been brought to this theatrical role of the complex so their extremely over-tortured bodies could get medical care.

The Grand Mistress was sitting on a table surrounded by instruments for surgical process or surgery-like torture. She dangled Her legs, scratching with Her stiletto heels at the floor.

'' And ? ``

'' It will take sentence, but we can make them like new, Grand Mistress.

I've removed the youthful one's gag. She won't speak at all for the next weeks. Her tongue is torn and her backtalk messed up inside by the gag-spikes.

Both slaves are fixed, but haven't received analgesic. ``

'' Alright. I want them back in best shape. Make surely their temperatures are always taken rectally. And hit the shorter one's gag, too. I suppose she wants to comfort her companion. ``

The Grand Mistress already made program for the future of Her

new favourite slave-pair :

go on journey with them, let them experience former mistresses, other hard worker - and new kinds of agony.



The End

... to be continued.

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