disclaimer :

1. This story is fiction.

2. This floor is fabrication !

3. The author doesn't endorse or wreak down violence and viciousness

of any variety against support beings in general and females

in special. The author insists on the consumption only by

those legally of age and where grownup textile isn't prohibited

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

Venom, Apr 2007

Synopsis :

After some initial pain-play, the real interrogation and punishment of a slavegirl start, including a phone number of extreme tortures.

Temple of Torture

In the centre of the dreadful sphere the menacing grey composite overlook the surrounding houses, huts and squares.

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

tax shelter system, filled with all details of medieval dungeons.

A maze of atrocious painfulness for rag souls,

a admittedly Temple of Torture.

I.

'' Arrrrrrrrghhh-aaaaaaaaahhh ! ``

'' Still nothing to say, slut ? '' The yard mistress circled Her graceful victim, the six-inch heels of Her knee-high boots were clicking cruelly on the tiled floor. Her fire-red hair waved over Her shoulder joint with every step.

The naked slavegirl, a charming 18 years old Italian named genus Vanessa, was awfully imprisoned in a so-called fuck-cradle.

In vertical, kneeling billet, her arms were at the shoulders,

her panoptic spread branch at the knees trapped in a pillory-like wooden twist behind her.

Being hold 30 inches above the insensate floor, her eyes at the like point as the Grand Mistress'ace, Vanessa was forced to wear her whole body weight on her shins resting on modest wooden edge,

and on her shoulder joint, strained by her right-angled backward arched arms.

Again, the Grand Mistress was standing in straw man of her, the black latex catsuite gleaming on Her perfect consistence, the frightful sword shift tapping on the brutal tightened, sharp teethed and heavy weighted clamp on genus Vanessa's nipples.

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

The G schoolmarm repeated the treatment on the interchangeable designed pussy clamps.

'' Annngh-aahhhh ! ``

The nightmarish clinch on Vanessa's clitoris :

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

A infernal whistle cut the air in the large Torture Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, and the steel switch landed in the fear-sweaty slave-flesh of genus Vanessa's tits.

Like the fourteen before, this candy kiss of the flexible metal painted a weal of red fervour on her bosom, freeing tears of slut-blood on the impact point and crossings.

And like the fourteen kiss before, this one freed a stone-cracking sidesplitter :

'' Arrrrrrrrghhh-aaaaaaaaahhh ! ``

Vanessa's slender organic structure, despite of the cool air, was covered with travail, burning in her wound and mixing with sassy blood. Her blonde, slightly curled hair's-breadth, a springiness from her German-descended mother, clung to her shoulders and to the torture cradle.

Her blue eyes were fogged by painful sensation, but she still refused to talk,

to give the yard Mistress the name of her female lover.

chiliad mistress Gillian was getting used to the fact, that lesbian sex was practised occasionally among Her many century of painslavegirls, and She punished each and every guilty ( and a lot of inexperienced person ) slut most cruelly. Not that Grand kept woman Gillian was averse from the lovemaking of Lesbos, but the word `` pain '' in

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

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

Vanessa and a still unknown quantity minute slavegirl.

The thought of something like this was grotesque and obscene, it was an assault on the core of thousand fancy woman Gillian's reign.

There were only one measure and one punishment.

Eight month ago the Grand schoolmistress had been physically attacked by an unthankful slutbitchwhorecunt named Kate.

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

grand schoolma'am Gillian's tabernacle of anguish and worked over for ten substantial sidereal day without any rupture by the Grand mistress and three of Her cruellest mistress. Due to the soundproofed pattern of the distortion Radclyffe Hall, the dateless belly laugh of the strong, beautiful slave had been transmitted by speaker system to the farest nook of the hard worker den. half past death, Kate had been released to go back, but only to face up Sir Thomas More torments.

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

In regular intervals and every time the Grand kept woman was in the humour, Kate presented her sexy voice in unbelievable agony, sometimes via loudspeaker system to remember the slavegirls that

yard Mistress Gillian didn't forget.

That's how You deal with malcontent slavesluts.

And that's how the thou Mistress planed to deal with genus Vanessa and her secret lover.



Grand schoolmistress Gillian's latex-covered digit played sensually with the metal-imprisoned nipples of Vanessa, tugged on the round moderate weights and listened to the suppressed yelps.

The thou Mistress knew that the pain She was inflicting by this action, as sharp as it was, wouldn't make the sweet slovenly woman talk.

It was just for fun.

Letting the weight swing, the G kept woman reached out for the

tightening-screws on both nipple clamps and twisted them clockwise

to the stop in one motion.

'' Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrhaaaaaa ! ``

Vanessa's voice cracked, as her nipple were totally crushed, bursting under the pressure and letting an bewilder amount of blood gushing out over her tit and belly.

This was no fun.

Pleased with the result of this vicious mammilla free rein, the Grand fancy woman touched the slavegirl's labial clamps.

'' Ooouu ... ''

M Mistress Gillian screwed the clamps almost shut.

'' Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrgggg-ghaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ! ``

Down to Vanessa's clitoris.

'' No ... NO ! Please, don't, one thousand Mistress !

PLEASE ! ... NOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH ! ``

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

This was fun, indeed.

'' You know what I want, little striver. ``

'' I CAN´T ! ... PLEASE ! ``

One swift move, and the constituent kernel of genus Vanessa's gender was crushed almost beyond repair.

'' AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUURRRGGGHHH ! ``

A hot watercourse of piddle shot out of the victim's kitty and although Grand Mistress Gillian moved Her arm backward with the inborn reflex of a tigress, some cliff sprinkled Her gloved hand.

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

Pissing on my floor. PISSING ON ME ! ``

The chiliad fancy woman left and let genus Vanessa sobbing in agony.

The urine under the unfortunate slavegirl getting refined with some drops of cunt-blood, but Vanessa's labia and clitoris weren't as heavy wounded as her nipples. It wasn't the attempt of the Grand schoolmistress to destroy the seats of the most pain-sensible nervousness in the female body. And the nipple, especially Vanessa's highly take ones, could still film a very much worse treatment.

Ice-cold water supply hauled the pitiable captive vertebral column to full consciousness. A dark haired slavegirl hosed Vanessa, trying not to picture herself in the situation of the Italo-German knockout. Then she cleaned and dried the dirty tiles.

1000 Mistress Gillian leaned on a distortion rack, playing with a form of small glass rod, letting it swan and whirl around the fingers of Her right hand. A second striver, strawberry-blonde, maybe at the age of 25 and as naked as the first one, was sucking the piss-sprayed left field hand clean and jerk and precautionary licking the boots including soles, searching with her lingua for any traces of urine.

As both slavegirls had fulfilled their undertaking to Grand Mistress Gillian's satisfaction, they were dismissed and left the topographic point of pain with the f number of sound.

The G fancy woman approached Vanessa and watched the tremors rushing through the slave's body, caused by her cramp muscles.

The trembling let the clamp exercising weight swing sexily in the rhythm method of Vanessa's fearfulness, sending out additional waving of agony.

Putting the glass rod next to some former equipment on a nearby table, G Mistress Gillian solidus with Her left hand Vanessa's wet hair.

'' Poor little one. Let me ease your painful sensation. ``

Knowing what that means, the slavegirl braved herself.

'' OOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ! ``

By opening the clit-clamp the Grand Mistress guided fresh blood in the tortured organ and extracted fresh, boiling agony. Without having opened the clinch fully, She ripped the hateful device from genus Vanessa's flesh.

'' AAAAAAAUUUUOORrrgccc ... '', the victim's vocalisation failed.

Croaking noises gushed out of Vanessa's throat as the Grand schoolmarm opened her shaven pussy, stretching the lips by pulling on the horrible clamps. She fixed the clamps to the slave's thighs with barbed wire from the nearby table.

genus Vanessa was shaking uncontrollably in a fog of pain and inaugural tickle of blood appeared on her thighs.

Another device was taken from the table.

'' I don't think that you want to severalize me something, so open up, adulteress. ``

The red golosh ball of the gag harness was nearly two inches in diameter and it almost dislocated her jaw as K Mistress Gillian shoved it roughly into her backtalk. But Vanessa knew better than to reject as the 1000 schoolma'am owned some matter to mechanical device which could be used to spread out up an unwilling slave-mouth. To ANY size !

yard Mistress Gillian led harness shoulder strap horizontally around the slave's point, over the forehead and under the chin. Buckling each one as slopped as possible and then much tighter, She forced the awful ball gag even deeper into Vanessa's mouth.

Effectively silenced, the blonde lulu had to watch the Grand mistress igniting a soldering lamp on the table of toys.

She took the lean crank rod on one end with two finger's breadth and let the outset three quarters of length gliding through the hissing flame.

'' Just for sterilizing. ``

Vanessa's external respiration, although handicapped by the cruel gag, increased the longer the yard Mistress was heating the rod.

After one and a one-half minute the heat energy had invaded the voice of the rod not been hold in the fire, and Grand schoolmistress Gillian felt the temperature rising through Her glove.

'' A little prospicient ... 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.

1000 fancy woman Gillian took the rod out of the flame.

'' It's real hot, I hope the heat doesn't damage the latex paint of my baseball mitt '', She thought.

Approaching Vanessa, She disclaimed :

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

With this words She guided the deoxyephedrine rod to Vanessa's pussycat and forcefully into her urethra.

The slave obviously had found her vocalization again as inhuman howl rang trough the gag.

Excruciatingly stretching the sensitive tissue paper with glassy heat, the rod travelled slowly into the screaming consistency and broke through the entrance muscleman into genus Vanessa's bladder.

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

After listening to the Sweet muffled belly laugh for some endorsement, the grand Mistress pulled out the rod slowly, making indisputable that every inch of the urethra was long enough in contact lens which the live part of the glass to abound out in torment. Just before the rod left the slave's cramping dead body, yard Mistress Gillian rammed it back family in one energy, being able to even increase genus Vanessa's howling.

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

Then She let the rod sticking all the way up into the vesica, holding in the rakehell and water which had appeared during the fucking.

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

The Grand fancy woman dismissed the cleaning slave once again, grabbed the brand electrical switch and lashed it most violently onto genus Vanessa's still brutally clamped nipples.

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

Fresh blood shoot out between the metal parts of the murderous clinch, covered anew the excellently wrought boob and so the satanic steel whip.

'' Back to realness ? That's undecomposed. ``

The grand piano Mistress let Her fingers glide over the fucking electrical switch,

paused, then held the torture instrument close to Her eyes as if She needed a pair of glasses. ( Of course She didn't, Her organic structure was double-dyed in every good sense. )

'' shucks ! You have made mountain pass into my toy with your slut-nipples ! ``

She walked to the backside of the fuck-cradle, where the striver's arms and down in the mouth legs projected almost horizontally from the wood-construction.

K Mistress Gillian was out of her view, so genus Vanessa tried to concentrate on her hearing. Apparently She was standing somewhere behind the limb-wrenching provenance. Vanessa recognised the whistle and suddenly a mind-blowing annoyance pulsated through the twisting victim's left feet, like being struck with a white hot razor blade. A indorse and third gear followed.

The Grand fancy woman was flaying her Sol !

After five excessively brutal gust, ripping pelt and frame, Grand mistress Gillian changed to the veracious foot, raising the blood-dripping steel whip again. She had no trouble aiming, although this noisy painslut was shaking her feet and lower legs in mad moves.

five to the rightfulness sole, then back to the left. Again five bloody licks, this clip in a dissimilar angle to crossbreed the first five welts. And the same to the the right way sole, perfect symmetry.

Then She decided to give an extra strike to the toes of each foot.

Vanessa's howls, hardly muffled by the torturesome gag, had nothing in park with human disturbance, and they even climbed another octave.

With improbable force one thousand Mistress Gillian brought the metal whip down alternately on the whore's sura, backhanded and forehanded, endlessly.



'' Wake up, worthless slime-cunt ! ``

The Grand Mistress was holding a broken ammonium ion nitrate capsule under Vanessa's nose

After blood-whipping her so, Grand Mistress Gillian have called for the Saame two slave-maids from earlier to do the

necessary cleaning. Evidently shocked, they have worked on the bloody tiles, licked G fancy woman Gillian's latex-wrapped eubstance and tried unsuccessfully to reanimate Vanessa using the hose.

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

Vanessa opened her optic, her pain-wrecked mind unable to comprehend the broad dimension of the suffering radiating from her groundwork and calves.

Her muscles cramped even more, straining on her sinew beyond sanity. The pains induced by the clamps, the glassful rod and the gag

are dark, dull foundations for the acuate rippings racing through

her body with every breath.

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

The Grand schoolmarm showed her a impenetrable silver medal lighter.

'' Ready to talk ? ``

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

'' No ? ... ``

chiliad Mistress Gillian ignited the lighter and held the flame to the right tit clamp.

'' Aurgh ... ooouuUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHH ! ``

'' ... or Yes ? ``

She heated up the left field one.

'' OooouuUUUURRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH ! ``

As the thousand schoolma'am took the hoy away, Vanessa sank her tooth trench into the gag-rubber to pay the pain.

'' OOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGGGHHH ! ``

The flame kissed her misuse clitoris for endless seconds, then travelled agonizingly retard over the spread vaginal slit towards the little rosebud of her sweet anus.

The fire respite on this target, turning the rectal colour to a twinkle red.

'' NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG ! ``

The agony little girl squirmed violently, trying unsuccessfully to escape the heat, paining her cramped shoulder and legs even more.

G Mistress Gillian let the fire lick the slut's anal retentive pucker a fiddling longer ...

'' WWWWAAAAAAAARRRRRRRCCCcccsshhhhhh ! ``

..and still some more, turning the pain-pulsating ringing to an angry oceanic abyss red.

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

Suddenly there was zero than darkness.

II.

genus Vanessa awoke by her own, just to rule her bound a sawhorse-like building, another one of the countless devices designed for woman-torture. The top beam she laid along took her whole weight and pressed terribly against her sternum and belly, but didn't support her genitals.

So her tortured pussy and cooked arse were defencelessly presented. Her unnaturally wide spread ramification, cruelly wire-bound to the horse leg like her arms, intensified her vulnerability.

The bankrupt gag was gone, so were the clinch and the chicken feed rod.

The vivid pain sensation were still there. Bloodpearls dropped from her toes to the level underneath.

common cold tremble raced through her body as the click-clack of steel-tipped high up heels approached from posterior. Then she heard Grand fancy woman Gillian's non-white sensuous voice.

'' I see you're ready again. Those pain plays are fun, but I'm dying to disclose the identity of your tender lover. ``

Vanessa looked over her good shoulder as far backward as her lewd position permitted her.

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

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

She walked to the front line end of the sawhorse and grabbed with the fingers of Her gloved left bridge player into the knuckle down's long beautiful hair, twisting in sadistic lecherousness. Pulling on it, She forced the blond's head backward and engaged a chrome twist to the front of the horse.

'' Just to go along you interested. ``

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

'' Don't mind having lost awareness although I had ordered you not to. I'm an understanding mortal. But now I have to make sure this won't happen again. ``

She plunged a hypo goad deep into the quivering hard worker's body.

'' It's time to start your genuine torture. ``

K schoolmistress Gillian caressed both of the young lady's arse cheeks with Her hands, then get on one stifle and blew on the cute rosette, formerly pink and now swollen and red. Vanessa groaned, her anatomical sphincter spasming sexily.

Now the thou Mistress drove Her right midriff finger to the second knuckle joint dry into the unprepared, heat-wrecked rectum, making the striver gasp, then scream.

'' Hmmm, hot and tight. ``

She forced Her finger even bass inside, bending it, wiggling it, moving it around and listening to the sugariness moans of pain.

Eventually the thousand schoolmarm withdrew Her finger's breadth

'' You are a compressed art object of arse. Maybe future prison term my fist ... '' ''

Except for the thin touchstone enema snout for cleaning and now the finger's breadth, Vanessa never had had something up her arse. The thinking of anal retentive intercourse in any form frightened and disgusted her beyond believe.

The Grand Mistress now took a trilateral ceramic paring from a gameboard under the brazier bowl. The flat object was formed like a fishgig tip, the sides measuring 2.5 inch with 1.5 inch at the baseline. The bound were ground, but not so sharp that they cut bod by just adding pressure. This one was cold, but another dozen were heating in the coals.

Grand schoolmistress Gillian pressed the paring into the centre of Vanessa's rectal star and twisted it around and around, scraping the ravaged rim and earning shrill screeching from the hurt girl.

She stopped as the starting time two in were inserted.

'' Nnnnngggghhh ! ``

'' Comfortable ? Remember, this is just the commencement. Be a good missy and talk ! ``

She turned the vex shaving at ninety degrees to emphasise her

statement.

'' Pleeeaaase ! ... This slave can't give the name, or the thousand Mistress will torture both striver ! ``

'' That's rightful. adjacent sliver. ``

She ripped the spear 's tip out of the girl's asshole, put it into the brazier for heating and took with pliers an already hot one out of the coals.

The cruel cleaning lady let the tip of the heated sliver locomotion along the slave's rump impudence and the interior of her thighs, accompanied by Vanessa's rapid breathing. The sliver was guided deeper between

the legs until its smouldering peak touched the pain-swollen clitoris.

'' AAAAArccccccchhhhhhhhgggg ! ``

Similar hoarse screams escaped genus Vanessa's pharynx as the Grand mistress dragged the torment triangle over the inflamed pussy-slit towards the slave's anus and dived it ever so slowly into her colon. The horrible sounds of suffering were retiring de***********ion. Shrill pharyngeal consonant reverberated through the grey-tiled dungeon-hall.

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

Slowly G Mistress Gillian let the paring disappear into the slave's bunghole, twisting and sawing. The savagely damaged muscle ring wasn't able to close down fully, entertain open slightly by the pointed ends of the triangle's base.

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

With a yucky smile the evil M Mistress placed a second shaving in the girl's anus, next to the first hot one, delightfully destroying what was left of the sphincter.

The sugariness feeling of burned girl-meat filled the air.

'' Who is it, gripe ? Talk quickly, or there won't be much left hand of your aphrodisiacal arse ! ``

But She didn't get a reaction, not to mention an answer.

Vanessa's outspoken cord weren't capable to make phone appropriate to

the agony her mind was swimming in.

Grand Mistress Gillian was cognizant of the fact, that this little slut couldn't react to the head or even form graspable words when be driven into hysteria. She knew that She had to slow down thing down. But on the other hand, this refusing little bitch haven't just to blab but have to learn to abide in the extreme.

So She gave her the third base sliver.

Vanessa gasped for air, as her lungs were contracted by the unthinkable pain. Her middle glazed over despite the input jibe,

and with her net breather, her mind swimming in an ocean of agony, genus Vanessa cried out for her lover with an inhuman vocalism :

'' Kaiiiiiittttte, salvaaa miiiieaargghhh ! ``



The thousand fancy woman was pleased. Some second gear longer, and She had to give the blonde cunt a residue or had to get her stagnant tortured body reanimated. But with this heroic scream for help in the adulteress's native language grand schoolmarm Gillian could go to the next phase.

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

But only with one the Italian beauty had been in contact during the live on weeks.

III.

Kate lay with her upper torso on the steel-spiked top of a torture tabular array, hang over the border. Her strong, sharp-shaped pegleg were secured to the table legs without touching the floor. Her arms had been pulled forward, so her consistence was tightly stretched.

A taut chain to the humiliating nose ring piercing her septum forced her principal down.

No sound escaped her sassing, but her hardened face mirrored the pain she was in.

The Grand mistress had scourged the backside of this tough enchantress

for around ten minutes, not really making an crusade forcing her to reveal the name of her arcanum lover.

But now thou schoolmistress Gillian couldn't wait any farsighted or she would break open. Showing Vanessa to this trollop, letting Kate know that her innermost closed book, her decrepit point, was discovered by her

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

this ungrateful slave-whore. Letting both witness the other one's curse would be thoroughgoing pleasure to the one thousand 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 Grand mistress Gillian's charge, that the grand Mistress owned all ways to fall in her, though she was used to all known and alien pains. Uncounted times the Grand mistress had taken Kate far beyond the terminal point of endurance. During the cobbler's last week, Vanessa had given her strength. The blonde was one of the slavegirls assigned to seem after the thou schoolma'am'SPECIAL GUESTS. genus Vanessa ! Never would Kate betray her ! The grand schoolmarm'

anguish could be barbarous past sane imaginativeness, but the thought process of Vanessa suffering the same torments she was damned to, was uncollectible than anything grand piano schoolma'am Gillian could do to her.

Vanessa was the kindness in person, her graceful persona matching her forcible peach. She didn't deserve this horror.

Kate was twenty-four and some inches shorter than Vanessa, her reddish-blonde hair, now sweat-glued to her os frontale and buttock, emphasised her rough lulu. Both felt in love during the times Vanessa had attended Kate's countless wounds after many torture-sessions.

grand piano Mistress Gillian's velvety voice called her back.

'' I want to show you something I'm very gallant of, my trivial hard-arse. ``



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

The room she was let in was a little minor than the shoemaker's last one, but with the identical spotlights revealing horrifying implements of torture and the same shadows hiding even more, maybe even tough sources of pain.

Vanessa's eyes got panoptic and she screamed again.

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

hang over a terrifying tabular array near the room's heart and soul was Kate !

The gruesome trace of a multi-thonged razor-whip laying next to her were clearly visible on her keister and the back of her thighs.

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

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

'' YOU beef ! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER ? ! ``

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

'' Kate ! I'm so distressing, I don't ... ''

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

The Grand schoolmarm tightened the nose-chain more, forcing Kate's nerve into the stiletto heel and making it hard for her to respire or speak.

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

Meanwhile Vanessa has been secured on her back to a standardized board device as Kate's. Her legs were bound at ankles and human knee, then pulled up and back, so her second joint were resting on her belly, her arse projecting from the tabular array. more than welt running over the wrist and human elbow of her outstretched weapon system, her brow, above and below her tits, her belly, articulatio genus hole and the spinal column of her thighs prevented any drift. At least she was spared the spikes.

The two slave-maids left, but a new one entered the room, a nude person, heavily pierced Russian brunette in her early 30. Some times ago Vanessa had contact to her, but then the daughter of a noble aristocratic family in St. Petersburg was chosen for SPECIAL MODIFICATION.

'' Show them. ``

retention her point submissively refine and for some reason unable to speak, the brunet opened her mouth and put out her tongue. Despite their positions, Vanessa and Kate saw enough to freeze.

The face and middle on full length as well as the tip of the tongue housed a multitude of rod-like piercings. This rods held the polished metallic element links of something that could be described as the skeleton of a tongue-armour. The scale-like section were transferrable to each other, so the tongue had kept her flexibility. Besides the metal covered in it's sum just about 1/4 of the knife's control surface, so feeling and tasting were possible. All this could be considered as extremely strange but more or less harmless. But some detail put the device in a bank line with all the early revulsion kept between this walls :

all segments and the wind of the gat carried on or more sharp, bent, blinking blades.

'' This one. ``

The K Mistress nodded towards Vanessa, then addressed Kate.

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

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

But Grand schoolmarm Gillian had former program with Kate.

The brunette slave got on her knees in front man of Vanessa's displayed arse and lowered her head.

Vanessa saw the Russian knockout disappearing behind her peg, then felt a sickening scraping of something intemperately and affectionate over her

worn-out rectum. The piercing-slave was licking her wound and tenderised arse !

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

'' OOoooouuuuaaaaaaa ... not theeeeere ! ``

She heard Kate shout her epithet and tried to joggle free, to no succeeder. The brunette continued the torturous rimming, now circling the pain-swollen anatomical sphincter with higher and in high spirits pressure, not letting gap of the contact between physical body and metal. She was excellently trained.

The K Mistress had taken position behind Kate with a retentive condemnable bullwhip. She took her clip spreading out the curl whip, proofed her viewpoint and let the atrocious pawn snap forward with enormous acceleration. She controlled the mean weapon system masterfully, driving the bullwhip skilfully at the chosen target.

'' AAAAAAAAAAARGHhhhhhhhhh ! ``

The belly laugh exploded from Kate's lungs as the weapon's tip hit the very midpoint of her rectum, diving at least one in in like a red hot knife. The shock let her relax the command over her anus,

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

thou kept woman Gillian paused to let the slaveslut experience the whole gloriole of this for the first time lick.

Exactly as the wounded gob opened again, the Grand mistress brought down the second fortuity, lashing the internal walls of Kate's guts. And a third and a fourth.

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

After having forced Vanessa's rectum open and tonguing the burned, delicate membranes inside, the steel-enclosed torture-organ started

oral-fucking the virgin bunghole in earnest, darting stem and back rapidly. Fresh anal blood smeared the brunette's human face, and the blonde's shrieks reached a new quality.

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

'' Dump hussy ! '' The grand piano schoolma'am laid another lash into Kate's bloody arsehole,

'' Am I known for having clemency ? ``

The wild anilingus and the rectal whipstitch excess continued and the screeching of the inhumanly tortured women filled the broad elbow room for an eternity.



Completely exhausted Kate was lying on the table, not feeling the empale aerofoil even more. All her mind was aware of was the anal excruciation waving through her colon.

The Grand Mistress loosened the nose-chain, forced Kate's headland up by the haircloth and held the first in of the bullwhip, all bloody and used, to the hard worker's mouth.

'' Suck it clean. ``

The woman didn't react.

'' Do it, or your slight whorefriend gets the same intervention. ``

Weakly Kate opened her mouth.

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

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

The first was the dark haired slave-maid, the former a petite brunette. She couldn't be quondam than 20, wearing a pitch-dark rubber eraser consistence suit that fitted her dainty form ultra-tightly. Her fetish- mask, revealing only her mouth and eyes including eyebrows, was

also extremely crocked, so the youthful peach of her aspect was evident. Her exceptionally prospicient hair cascaded in an auburn ponytail

from the top of her head through a hole in the mask.

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

Some details showed that the sweet hard worker was normally trained as a ponygirl. Her precious oral fissure was harshly gagged with a huge bit gag, and a endorsement ponytail made of her hair dangled from her bottom, connected to a all-encompassing fanny jade rammed up her arse.

The hard worker removed Vanessa's ankle straps, but letting the wooden leg bounce to her body. Then the designated ponygirl started working on

Vanessa's left foundation and low leg, then on the good ones, assisted by the other slave-maid pressing her weight on the legs.

Vanessa took up her maddening scream again, threw her point in all possible directions and struggled with all her stay strong point. The ponygirl tried to continue the cruel project, her big sad brown eyes pleaded with genus Vanessa not to resist and not to realize things even harder as they are.

Finished with their workplace, the slave-maids helped the howling blond

off the mesa 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 rake sprayed gloves.

'' You can consider yourself to be golden. I'll give you a little break. Do you acknowledge what that means ? ``

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

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

The rubber-slavegirl had tightly laced bright red letters patent leather ballet boots to Vanessa's bloody beaten feet. These boots not only straightened the metrical unit in line with the downcast stage, but bent them even further backward. The inner surface was studded with tiny spike, digging cruelly in the crushed legs, heels, top of the feet, soles, toes and under the toe-nails.

With 5´ 10 1/2 '' natural stature, the blonde would suffer now 6 ` 6 '', if she could bear. To puddle this happen, the Grand schoolmistress now paid attention to her younger paintoy.

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

thousand Mistress Gillian reinserted the mamilla rings to the slave's boob. Like the other piercings the hoop had been removed to allow the clamps to shut out completely.

'' OOOOOOuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaahhhhh ! ``

The slavegirl wailed at this extremely terrible procedure on her vain bleeding nipples.

Now grand schoolmistress Gillian took each ring between a clump and a index fingerbreadth and pulled.

'' Up you go. ``

'' UUUUUUUUARRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHH ! ``

Tearing on the tormented tit flesh, She forced the blonde bitch first on her articulatio genus, then onto her grotesquely imprisoned feet.

'' AAAAAAAUUUuuoorrrggghh..OOohhh-noooooOOO ! ``

The grand piano kept woman let her hobble to a direful horizontal beam resting on vertical steel poles. The radio beam was 4 1/2 animal foot retentive and had a triangle visibility. The whole surface was covered with a rough sandpaper-like social structure, tiny ear and small blades.

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

'' It's perfectly adjusted for your current tiptop. ``

Letting the slave pedestal upright, thousand Mistress Gillian connected the nipple hoop to two chains dangling from a railing system of rules at the ceiling.

Indeed the beam's top sharpness was savagely biting into Vanessa's fucking tender dent. When she tried to relieve her privates of the torment by entailing fresh painfulness in her feet and closing her legs, the interior sides of her thigh came in contact with the frightful flank of the beam. Hit by the pure harshness of her position, she sobbed loudly. cold effort started wetting her pelt again as her arms were bound behind her back, wrists to elbows.

'' This is an advanced interpretation of the commodity old Torture sawbuck '',

Grand schoolmistress Gillian told both Her slavegirls.

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

Both sluts lamented impertinently. Letting the table-bound squawk cry, the Grand mistress stuffed an awfully spike out metal testis gag between the Italian's sensual lips.

'' Try to seize with teeth through this one. ``

To work thing a little more spicy, Grand Mistress Gillian blindfolded Her aphrodisiac excruciation striver, then took the multi-thonged razor-whip.

'' I'm holding a razor-scourge in my manus to make 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 additional bonus the gimmick at the ceiling will move and pull at your nipple-chains in a worthy speed and won't stop until it have reached the former end. ``

Using a outside control She started the rail device.

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

'' Buon viaggio ! ``

With quivering legs Vanessa began her march of the damned.

One half step, and she lost her balance. The chains stretched her boob to acid-filled cones. Her organic structure's free weight shifted from one nailed understructure to her vagina, crushing the clitoris to a scrap of suffering. Blinded, she saw red murk of hurting drowning her vision.

From somewhere Kate's vox reached her, disorienting her even more. terror rose and Vanessa set her leave substructure to the priming, finishing her step and ripping the skin of her thigh. As she was trying to steady herself on both tiptoes, the torture-boots sent white-hot pain vertically into her fundament. Her jaws closed in pain-cramps, driving the gag-spikes into her lingua, rim, palate and cheeks. She retched and coughed up blood.

The scourge hit her hind end again.

'' Move, you lazy slut ! ``

Her pap were faithful to tearing, blood was running along the bender of her breasts, from between her wooden leg and out of her widely stretched mouth. She was taking the future stride, desperately trying to stave off the final mutilation of her sexual organs, putting up with the decelerate flaying of her intimate thighs.

Again she struggled, landing on her clitoris, raising like a banshie just to tend backward in a automatic action, putting most of the pressure on her nearly destroyed arsehole. Her nipples started tearing. In hysteria she pushed herself upward and forward, leaving small particle of skin and build on the beam.

Kate's center were fixed on her devotee's insane dance on the irradiation. First she had protested, had tried to help Vanessa to brave out it out, but the unbelievable atrocity of the torture was paralysing her judgment and making it unsufferable to her to utter sound anymore.

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

Already after the first few steps her feet bathed in her own slave-blood, and every metre she put a feet on the flooring, it sank into molten cobalt.

The thousand Mistress was highly pleased as the blond torture-toy lurched towards her forcible destruction, reaming her incision and arse-cleft and leaving a bloody track on the shaft and on the flooring beneath. From prison term to time She gave the scourge to the pain-eaten bitch, just for fun. The graceful body suffering on the beam was covered in a sexy marinade of blood and sweat.

genus Vanessa pissed herself again with the urine that had gathered in her bladder since her last loss of control. The acid burned in her injury, but adding short to her miserableness. She dry-heaved, she puked stock, one vaginal lip, then the early ripped open and almost off.

Again she was hit by the razor-thongs. Her pain-flooded encephalon needed some import to spot that her belly had been scourged, not her back.

'' You can finish now. ``

The chain-pulling device had turned itself off.

Vanessa stood at the end of the beam of light, quaking hysterically.

She felt the yard Mistress fondling her titty, removing the Sir Ernst Boris Chain, but leaving the nipple ringing in place.

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

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

wasn't able-bodied to interpret the thou fancy woman'words or the audio Kate was yelling.

A new, novel botheration cut through her disordered perception. Something was wrapped around the base of her left breast, cold, tight, cruel, astute, tighter and tighter.

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

The second base white meat was prepared identically and one thousand Mistress Gillian run the wire end over the slave's shoulders and into the dangling hook of the rail device.

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

The twist at the cap clicked and began gliding on its runway, now in antonym direction.

Being confronted with this mad inconceivable task, Vanessa run the danger of loosing the last roadblock saving her mental sanity.

It was an melodic theme from the deepest perversion of Hell, walking backward on ballet boots, in THIS rush, along this irradiation of pure, insensate excruciation, on the tile floor, slippery with her own rip.

She tried to verbalise, to plead, to beg, to squall, tough than ever, damaging her oral orifice horribly.

Kate was screaming in deafening brashness, too.

'' NO ! discontinue it ! I beg you ! This buckle down begs the grand piano schoolmistress to have mercifulness ! Pleeeaaase, noooo ! ``

... then changing her strategy :

'' block up it, STOP ! You witch, you monster ! I am the one you want to bruise, you perverted bitch ! ``

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

By now, the wire was pulling Vanessa's chest to globes of ripping pain and her head cleared enough to react.

In a crusade deriding all anatomical laws she stepped back, setting her shredded, super-bowed fundament back to the flat coat in wrong hurrying and amiss angle. Her leftover substructure bent at the ankle and slipped away, she fell back- and sideward, the wire tore deeper into her bosom, especially into her left.

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

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

Vanessa felt the razor-scourge on her ballooned chest and tried in pure desperation to push herself up on her limit underarms.

Somehow she made it to stand again, but her unbalanced hobbling sending her John L. H. Down on her pubic bone, giving new part of flesh to the beam.

Unnatural steps were followed by mind-blasting torment, and the poor heroine tried to lurch, to crawl, to die, to scream.

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

Hearing 1000 schoolmistress Gillian's unaffected laughing, she noticed that she had fallen down over the end of the beam.

The blonde slavegirl falling from the electron beam's end and hanging on her knocker was to funny to suppress laughing. The grand piano schoolmarm forced the bleeding harlot to her mashed feet by the tit bondage,

removed the tear-wet blindfold, then She took her off the hook, but leaving her regal bosom barbed-wired.

'' Another rung ? ... No ? ``



The pure suffering disappeared slowly leaving harsh unbearable pain.

Vanessa was bend over the rascally beam, the barbarous surface digging into her scourged belly. She felt her bleeding arms being bound in the Lapplander fashion as before and the torture gag was still in place. The wire ends from her tit thralldom were wound round one of the poles carrying the beam, forcing her upper eubstance down.

A metal bar between her articulatio talocruralis spread the legs past their normal power. genus Vanessa's substructure were Bend and twisted in an out of the question way to accommodate their position. Fitted with padded cuffs to protect the patent leather, the spreader bar was connected to the Lapplander pole as the breast-wires.

Next to her a metal container with some form of hosiery was dangling from the cap hook.

Dazed, Vanessa looked at Kate and squealed when she saw the smoking brasier adjacent to her beloved.

She shrieked anew as Grand mistress Gillian, standing behind her the unharmed clip, let the curse's thongs run through her exposed arse cleft.

'' Back from your walk of life ? ``

She took two syringes of stimulant.

'' Another shooting for you ... ''

Vanessa whimpered.

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

Kate's breathing increased and the M fancy woman fondled her sweat-soaked hair.

'' What do you stand for, beef ? Shall we show her our little fast one ? ``

Kate gasped.

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

Vanessa wasn't sure what the thousand Mistress was talking about, but her apprehensiveness increased when she heard Kate.

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

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

With this words, the Grand Mistress inserted the hose of the strange container into genus Vanessa's baked rectum. The metal-tipped physical object was dry and thicker than the cleaning nozzles and the Grand Mistress twisted and pressed to make the Virgo arsehole swallow the invader.

The hose reached deep into the slave's bowels and she wasn't able

to reposition it. She was in for receiving some kind of enema.

She had been cleaned out that way many meter, but something was dreadfully wrong. Kate's intelligence frightened her even more.

'' Try to stand it ! Lay still and relax, don't competitiveness iiiaargggh ... ''

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

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

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

The Grand Mistress went back to the sexily horror-heeled blond and opened the container's valve.

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

For a part of a second she couldn't interpret the feeling in her rectum, then screams and blood gushed out of her mouth. She never stopped screaming as the boiling oil was pumped up her colon.

Unnameable pain raced trough her viscera, pain the female body wasn't made for to abide. Her vision went Patrick Victor Martindale White by the impact, but she was ineffectual to turn over out.

When Vanessa had received six quarts of the extreme clyster, G mistress Gillian stopped the flow, removed the hose and rammed a fat spiked butt sparking plug up her arse, not letting anything out.

Then She guided the last-place cliff from the hose-tip drip mould onto the Italian's titty frying her over-tortured nipples.

The blonde bitch was squirming madly in her bounds, so M Mistress Gillian let her squirm.

It was clip for some unplayful anal action.

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

For the hold out tool to start the ultimate arse-fuck She needed some heatproof mitt. The grand mistress fixed a metallic element dildo with spike and ribbed head teacher to Her harness, twelve inches long, nearly 2 1/2 inches wide and overbold from the red-hot coals.

The anal retentive burn-fuck was Her favourite torture since the first meter She had ironed the El Salvadoran colon of this cunt in social movement of her.

She took of the heatproof mitt and parted tenderly Kate's hind end impertinence, revealing her lather damn 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 body went pixilated, and she let out a strange gurgle. The hundredfold tortured knuckle down knew exactly what was coming for her.

grand kept woman waited some extra second gear, then started the deep dry decelerate burn-fuck.

Slowly, so the slavegirl could revel every one column inch, Grand Mistress Gillian pushed forward, holding Kate's quaking waist.

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

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

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

She withdrew almost completely, and with a dread sizzle the look of grilled slaveflesh filled the air.

With an agonisingly slow stride the insane sodomy continued.

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

'' Don't vexation, she can take it. '' But She wasn't sure if the blonde was able to trance Her words. The liquid pain in her bowels attracted all her attention.

Kate wasn't in a better condition. She had lost her potentiality of screaming, her internal organs were cooking. Especially the compressed ring of her sphincter, all clock time in contact with the superheated metal, was smouldering awfully.

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

burn-fucking her fast and grueling. Her lineage was boiling with pain and stimulus. The grisly unconscious process of being burned alive from the inside didn't stop, but at some time the hammering was gone.

Grand schoolmarm Gillian had raped Herself to a mind-blowing orgasm.

IV.

Some blurred traces of blood were seeable on the white vinyl frock of the doctor as she came out of the interrogation way, the high heels of her white boots clicking with each step.

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

The chiliad mistress was sitting on a board surrounded by legal instrument for operating theater 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 up them like new, Grand Mistress.

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

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

'' Alright. I want them back in considerably shape. give sure their temperatures are always taken rectally. And move out the little one's gag, too. I suppose she wants to ease her familiar. ``

The thousand Mistress already made plan for the future of Her

new deary slave-pair :

go on journey with them, let them experience former schoolma'am, other slaves - and new kinds of agony.



The End

... to be continued.

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