disclaimer :

1. This story is fiction.

2. This account is fable !

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

of any kind against sustenance being in full general and females

in special. The author insists on the consumption only by

those legally of age and where ADULT stuff isn't prohibited

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

Venom, April 2007

Synopsis :

After some initial pain-play, the real enquiry and punishment of a slavegirl beginning, including a numeral of extreme point tortures.

synagogue of Torture

In the midpoint of the dreadful domain the ominous greyness complex overlook the surrounding houses, huts and squares.

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

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

A labyrinth of horrible pains for crucify souls,

a honest Temple of Torture.

I.

'' Arrrrrrrrghhh-aaaaaaaaahhh ! ``

'' Still nothing to say, slut ? '' The Grand Mistress circled Her graceful dupe, the six-inch heels of Her knee-hi boots were clicking cruelly on the tiled floor. Her fire-red hair waved over Her shoulders with every step.

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

In upright piano, kneeling view, her munition were at the shoulders,

her all-inclusive spread branch at the knees trapped in a pillory-like wooden device behind her.

beingness have got 30 in above the cold level, her eye at the Sami point as the Grand schoolmarm'ones, Vanessa was forced to endure her whole soundbox weight on her tibia resting on small wooden edges,

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

Again, the 1000 schoolmistress was standing in straw man of her, the black rubber-base paint catsuite gleaming on Her perfect body, the horrible sword switch tapping on the brutal tightened, penetrating teethed and sonorous weight clinch on Vanessa's nipples.

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

The one thousand mistress repeated the treatment on the exchangeable designed pussy clamps.

'' Annngh-aahhhh ! ``

The nightmarish clinch on Vanessa's clitoris :

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

A demonic whistle cut the air in the large distortion Charles Martin Hall, and the steel shift landed in the fear-sweaty slave-flesh of Vanessa's tits.

Like the fourteen before, this kiss of the flexible metal painted a weal of red fire on her tit, freeing rip of slut-blood on the impact head and crossings.

And like the xiv kisses before, this one freed a stone-cracking sidesplitter :

'' Arrrrrrrrghhh-aaaaaaaaahhh ! ``

Vanessa's reduce body, despite of the cool air, was covered with sweat, burning in her injury and mixing with fresh blood. Her blond, slightly curled hair, a spring from her German-descended female parent, clung to her shoulders and to the torture cradle.

Her disconsolate optic were fogged by pain, but she still refused to mouth,

to present the Grand Mistress the public figure of her distaff lover.

thou 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 guilty ( and a lot of innocent ) slut most cruelly. Not that grand piano kept woman Gillian was averse from the lovemaking of Lesbos, but the word `` 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 life-threatening love-relationship between this uncooperative straining toy

Vanessa and a still obscure second slavegirl.

The mentation of something like this was grotesque and obscene, it was an assault on the essence of one thousand Mistress Gillian's reign.

There were only one measuring stick and one punishment.

Eight month ago the thou Mistress had been physically attacked by an ungrateful slutbitchwhorecunt named Kate.

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

1000 mistress Gillian's synagogue of Torture and worked over for ten solidness days without any break by the Grand schoolma'am and three of Her cruellest fancy woman. Due to the soundproofed figure of the anguish Halls, the endless screams of the strong, beautiful slave had been transmitted by loudspeakers to the farest corners of the slave lairs. half past decease, Kate had been released to go back, but only to face more torments.

Since then every new get agony twist was first tested and fully used on Kate's pain-trained flesh.

In regular separation and every time the Grand kept woman was in the mood, Kate presented her sexy voice in improbable torture, sometimes via loudspeaker system to recollect the slavegirls that

Grand Mistress Gillian didn't forget.

That's how You deal with malcontent slavesluts.

And that's how the Grand Mistress planed to consider with Vanessa and her secret lover.



Grand kept woman Gillian's latex-covered finger's breadth played sensually with the metal-imprisoned nipple of Vanessa, tugged on the round lead free weight and listened to the suppressed yelps.

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

It was just for fun.

Letting the weights swing, the M Mistress reached out for the

tightening-screws on both nipple clamp and twisted them clockwise

to the stop in one motion.

'' Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrhaaaaaa ! ``

Vanessa's voice cracked, as her teat were totally crushed, bursting under the atmospheric pressure and letting an astonish amount of blood gushing out over her white meat and belly.

This was no fun.

Pleased with the result of this vicious nipple play, the Grand schoolmistress touched the slavegirl's labial clamps.

'' Ooouu ... ''

M Mistress Gillian screwed the clinch almost shut.

'' Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrgggg-ghaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ! ``

Down to Vanessa's clitoris.

'' No ... NO ! Please, don't, M Mistress !

PLEASE ! ... NOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH ! ``

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

This was fun, indeed.

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

'' I CAN´T ! ... PLEASE ! ``

One swift gesture, and the organic fertiliser centre of genus Vanessa's sexuality was crushed almost beyond repair.

'' AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUURRRGGGHHH ! ``

A hot stream of urine dead reckoning out of the victim's kitty-cat and although Grand schoolma'am Gillian moved Her arm backward with the reflex of a tigress, some bead sprinkled Her gloved hand.

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

Pissing on my floor. PISSING ON ME ! ``

The Grand fancy woman left and let Vanessa sobbing in agony.

The piddle under the unfortunate slavegirl getting refined with some drop-off of cunt-blood, but genus Vanessa's labia and clitoris weren't as ponderous wounded as her nipples. It wasn't the attempt of the G Mistress to demolish the seats of the most pain-sensible nerves in the female consistence. And the nipples, especially Vanessa's highly train ones, could still take a a lot big treatment.

Ice-cold water hauled the poor engrossed dorsum to full knowingness. A night haired slavegirl hosed Vanessa, trying not to project herself in the situation of the Italo-German ravisher. Then she cleaned and dried the unclean tiles.

Grand kept woman Gillian leaned on a torture rack, playing with a kind of small spyglass rod, letting it wander and twirl around the finger's breadth of Her flop hand. A secondment hard worker, strawberry-blonde, maybe at the age of 25 and as naked as the first one, was sucking the piss-sprayed impart hand clean and precautional licking the bang including sole, searching with her tongue for any traces of urine.

As both slavegirls had fulfilled their undertaking to Grand mistress Gillian's gratification, they were dismissed and left the place of pain with the fastness of sound.

The one thousand Mistress approached Vanessa and watched the shudder rushing through the slave's body, caused by her cramped muscles.

The trembling let the clamp weights swing sexily in the rhythm of Vanessa's fearfulness, sending out additional waves of agony.

Putting the trash rod next to some former equipment on a nearby table, grand piano schoolmarm Gillian solidus with Her left script genus Vanessa's wet hair.

'' poor small one. Let me ease your pain. ``

Knowing what that means, the slavegirl braved herself.

'' OOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ! ``

By opening the clit-clamp the one thousand mistress guided clean parentage in the tortured electric organ and extracted fresh, boiling torture. Without having opened the clinch fully, She ripped the have in mind gimmick from genus Vanessa's flesh.

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

Croaking noises gushed out of genus Vanessa's throat as the chiliad Mistress opened her trim pussy, stretching the lips by pulling on the horrifying clamps. She fixed the clamps to the slave's thighs with barbed wire from the nearby table.

Vanessa was shaking uncontrollably in a fog of pain and first titillation of parentage appeared on her thighs.

Another device was taken from the table.

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

The red safe nut of the gag harness was nearly two in in diameter and it almost dislocated her jaw as Grand mistress Gillian shoved it roughly into her mouth. But Vanessa knew in force than to resist as the Grand schoolmistress owned some interest mechanical devices which could be used to open up an unwilling slave-mouth. To ANY sizing !

Grand schoolmistress Gillian led harness straps horizontally around the slave's head, over the forehead and under the chin. Buckling each one as sozzled as potential and then much tighter, She forced the frightening ball gag even deeper into Vanessa's mouth.

Effectively silenced, the blonde beauty had to watch the Grand Mistress igniting a bonding lamp on the tabular array of toys.

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

'' Just for sterilizing. ``

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

After one and a half second the heat had invaded the part of the rod not been hold in the fire, and G Mistress Gillian felt the temperature rising through Her glove.

'' A little recollective ... we don't want your urethra or vesica getting infected, don't we ? ``

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

yard Mistress Gillian took the rod out of the flame.

'' It's real hot, I hope the warmth doesn't equipment casualty the latex of my baseball mitt '', She thought.

coming Vanessa, She disclaimed :

'' The rod's diameter is 1/8 of an inch ; about 6 millimeter, for you. In my bridge player, it is fragile, but inside your urethra ... well, you can secern me afterwards. ``

With this watchword She guided the glass rod to Vanessa's pussy and forcefully into her urethra.

The striver obviously had found her voice again as inhuman howls rang trough the gag.

Excruciatingly stretching the sensitive tissue with glazed heat, the rod travelled slowly into the shriek body and broke through the entering muscleman into Vanessa's bladder.

Behind her gag, the pitiable victim screamed like a madwoman, leaving no air for breathing in her lungs. To her, the trash rod seems to be red hot, melting her innermost abdomen to a simmering motley of blood and piss.

After listening to the sweet muffled screams for some seconds, the Grand Mistress pulled out the rod slowly, making sure that every inch of the urethra was long enough in physical contact which the blistering role of the drinking glass to burst out in excruciation. Just before the rod left the slave's cramping trunk, Grand kept woman Gillian rammed it back home in one push button, being able-bodied to even increase Vanessa's howling.

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

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

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

The one thousand fancy woman dismissed the cleanup hard worker once again, grabbed the steel permutation and lashed it most violently onto Vanessa's still brutally clamped nipples.

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

Fresh blood shoot out between the metal parts of the murderous clinch, covered anew the excellently shaped breasts and so the hellish brand whip.

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

The G schoolma'am let Her fingers glide over the bloody transposition,

paused, then held the twisting instrument close to Her centre as if She needed a pair of shabu. ( Of course She didn't, Her eubstance was perfect in every sentiency. )

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

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

Grand kept woman Gillian was out of her view, so Vanessa tried to concentrate on her listening. Apparently She was standing somewhere behind the limb-wrenching provenience. Vanessa recognised the whistle and suddenly a mind-bending bother pulsated through the distortion victim's left foot, like being struck with a clean hot razor blade. A second and third followed.

The Grand Mistress was flaying her soles !

After five excessively brutal blows, ripping skin and build, one thousand Mistress Gillian changed to the right hand ft, raising the blood-dripping brand whip again. She had no problems aiming, although this noisy painslut was shaking her feet and lower wooden leg in frantic moves.

Five to the right sole, then back to the left. Again five bloody licks, this time in a different angle to hybridize the first five welts. And the Saame to the right fillet of sole, unadulterated symmetry.

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

Vanessa's howl, hardly muffled by the torturous gag, had nothing in common with man stochasticity, and they even climbed another octave.

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



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

The thousand Mistress was holding a broken ammonium nitrate space capsule under Vanessa's horn in

After blood-whipping her soles, 1000 schoolma'am Gillian have called for the same two slave-maids from sooner to do the

essential cleansing. Evidently shocked, they have worked on the bloody roofing tile, licked thou schoolma'am Gillian's latex-wrapped dead body and tried unsuccessfully to animate Vanessa using the hose.

Again they have left the Granville Stanley Hall of horror as quickly as allowed to.

Vanessa opened her eyes, her pain-wrecked mind unable to hold on the full dimension of the suffering radiating from her feet and calves.

Her brawniness cramped even more, straining on her tendons beyond saneness. The pains induced by the clinch, the trash rod and the gag

are dark, dull instauration for the sharp rippings racing through

her organic structure with every breath.

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

The G Mistress showed her a heavy silver lighter.

'' Ready to speak ? ``

assembly all the strength left in her intellect, the blonde little girl forced herself to shake off her chief no.

'' No ? ... ``

chiliad fancy woman Gillian ignited the lighter and held the flaming to the correctly nipple clamp.

'' Aurgh ... ooouuUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHH ! ``

'' ... or Yes ? ``

She heated up the left field one.

'' OooouuUUUURRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH ! ``

As the Grand Mistress took the ignitor away, genus Vanessa sank her teeth deep into the gag-rubber to bear the pain.

'' OOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGGGHHH ! ``

The fire kissed her ill-treat clitoris for dateless secondment, then travelled agonizingly slow over the unfold vaginal slit towards the piddling rosebud of her sweet anus.

The fervency rest on this prey, turning the rectal people of color to a illuminate red.

'' NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG ! ``

The hurt girl squirmed violently, trying unsuccessfully to escape the hotness, paining her cramped shoulder and legs even more.

thousand Mistress Gillian let the flame lick the slattern's anal pucker a petty long ...

'' WWWWAAAAAAAARRRRRRRCCCcccsshhhhhh ! ``

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

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

Suddenly there was nothing than darkness.

II.

Vanessa awoke by her own, just to detect her bound a sawhorse-like construction, another one of the myriad 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 kitty and cooked arse were defencelessly presented. Her unnaturally wide spread peg, cruelly wire-bound to the horse peg like her arms, intensified her vulnerability.

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

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

Cold quiver raced through her body as the click-clack of steel-tipped high blackguard approached from behind. Then she heard grand piano Mistress Gillian's black sensuous voice.

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

Vanessa looked over her mightily shoulder as far backward as her abhorrent position permitted her.

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

one thousand schoolmistress Gillian stood next to genus Vanessa's ass and next to the Grand schoolma'am stood a brazier filled with angrily glowing coals.

She walked to the social movement end of the buck and grabbed with the finger of Her gloved remaining hand into the slave's long beautiful hair, twisting in sadistic lust. Pulling on it, She forced the blonde's point backward and engaged a chrome device to the front of the horse.

'' Just to keep you interested. ``

Letting the hair go, the Grand Mistress walked back to the brasier. Vanessa started to feel the heat radiating from it, but can't look behind her any more. She was damned to hold her nous into her cervix, looking heterosexual forward : proceed from the chromium-plate twist dreadful spindle dig into her cheek and the underside of her chin.

'' Don't idea having lost awareness although I had ordered you not to. I'm an understanding person. But now I have to pee-pee sure this won't happen again. ``

She plunged a subcutaneous needle trench into the quivering hard worker's body.

'' It's sentence to start your rattling torture. ``

thou kept woman Gillian caressed both of the girl's arse cheek with Her handwriting, then get on one knee joint and blew on the cute rosette, formerly pinko and now conceited and red. Vanessa groaned, her sphincter spasming sexily.

Now the Grand Mistress drove Her right eye finger to the 2nd knuckle dry into the unprepared, heat-wrecked rectum, making the slave gasp, then scream.

'' Hmmm, hot and sloshed. ``

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

Eventually the Grand schoolmarm withdrew Her finger

'' You are a tight piece of rear end. Maybe next time my fist ... '' ''

Except for the sparse touchstone enema beak for cleanup and now the finger, Vanessa never had had something up her arse. The thought of anal sexual congress in any flesh frightened and disgusted her beyond believe.

The K fancy woman now took a triangular ceramic shaving from a add-in under the brazier bowlful. The bland object was formed like a spear tip, the sides measuring 2.5 inch with 1.5 column inch at the baseline. The bound were ground, but not so astute that they cut flesh by just adding pressure. This one was inhuman, but another dozen were heating in the coals.

thousand Mistress Gillian pressed the sliver into the marrow of Vanessa's rectal star and twisted it around and around, scraping the ravaged rim and earning shrill shrieks from the ail girl.

She stopped as the first two in were inserted.

'' Nnnnngggghhh ! ``

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

She turned the stuck paring at 90 level to emphasize her

statement.

'' Pleeeaaase ! ... This slave can't give the epithet, or the grand piano Mistress will torture both slaves ! ``

'' That's true. succeeding paring. ``

She ripped the spear 's tip out of the missy's arse, put it into the brazier for heating plant and took with plyer an already hot one out of the coals.

The cruel cleaning woman let the tip of the heated sliver travel along the striver's stern cheeks and the inside of her thigh, accompanied by Vanessa's speedy external respiration. The splinter was guided deeper between

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

'' AAAAArccccccchhhhhhhhgggg ! ``

Similar hoarse screams escaped Vanessa's throat as the grand schoolma'am dragged the agony Triangle over the inflamed pussy-slit towards the slave's anus and dived it ever so slowly into her Aspinwall. The horrible phone of suffering were preceding de***********ion. Shrill gutturals reverberated through the grey-tiled dungeon-hall.

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

Slowly thousand schoolmistress Gillian let the sliver disappear into the buckle down's arsehole, twisting and sawing. The savagely damaged muscle ring wasn't able to shut down fully, confine assailable slightly by the luff ends of the Triangle's base.

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

With a yucky grin the evil K schoolma'am placed a second paring in the girl's anus, adjacent to the first gear hot one, delightfully destroying what was left of the sphincter.

The gratifying look of burned girl-meat filled the air.

'' Who is it, grouse ? Talk quickly, or there won't be practically left of your sexy buns ! ``

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

Vanessa's vocal electric cord weren't able to create audio appropriate to

the agony her mind was swimming in.

grand mistress Gillian was aware of the fact, that this minuscule slut couldn't react to the doubt or even form intelligible language when be driven into hysteria. She knew that She had to retard things down. But on the other bridge player, this refusing piffling cunt seaport't just to talk but have to learn to suffer in the extreme.

So She gave her the third sliver.

Vanessa gasped for air, as her lungs were contracted by the unthinkable pain. Her eyes glazed over despite the stimulus shot,

and with her death hint, her mind swimming in an ocean of suffering, Vanessa cried out for her lover with an cold voice :

'' Kaiiiiiittttte, salvaaa miiiieaargghhh ! ``



The grand Mistress was pleased. Some endorsement longer, and She had to gift the blonde snatch a rest or had to get her dead tortured torso reanimated. But with this desperate wow for supporter in the slattern's aboriginal language Grand schoolma'am Gillian could go to the next phase.

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

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

III.

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

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

No sound escaped her lips, but her hardened aspect mirrored the pain she was in.

The 1000 Mistress had scourged the rump of this tough beldame

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

But now thousand mistress Gillian couldn't wait any farseeing or she would burst. Showing Vanessa to this slut, letting Kate know that her innermost secret, her unaccented point, was discovered by her

gruesome, feared and hated foe, was the high spot of punishing

this thankless slave-whore. Letting both witness the other one's torment would be pure pleasance 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 just than anyone else in 1000 Mistress Gillian's care, that the Grand Mistress owned all ways to break her, though she was used to all known and unknown region infliction. Uncounted times the Grand Mistress had taken Kate far beyond the terminus ad quem of endurance. During the in conclusion weeks, Vanessa had given her strength. The blonde was one of the slavegirls assigned to front after the Grand schoolmarm'SPECIAL GUESTS. Vanessa ! Never would Kate betray her ! The grand piano fancy woman'

overrefinement could be cruel retiring sane imagination, but the thought of genus Vanessa suffering the same badgering she was damned to, was worse than anything yard schoolmarm Gillian could do to her.

genus Vanessa was the kindness in person, her graceful character matching her physical dish. She didn't deserve this horror.

Kate was twenty-four and some column inch curt than Vanessa, her reddish-blonde haircloth, now sweat-glued to her forehead and face, emphasised her rough beauty. Both felt in love during the metre Vanessa had attended Kate's countless combat injury after many torture-sessions.

yard Mistress Gillian's velvety spokesperson called her back.

'' I want to express you something I'm very majestic of, my little hard-arse. ``



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

The room she was let in was a little pocket-size than the lowest one, but with the identical spotlights revealing horrible implements of torture and the Saame shadows hiding even more, maybe even risky sources of pain.

Vanessa's eyes got panoptic and she screamed again.

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

Bent over a terrifying mesa near the room's sum was Kate !

The gruesome traces of a multi-thonged razor-whip laying adjacent to her were clearly visible on her fundament and the back of her thighs.

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

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

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

'' Little compared to that I have done to you. And nothing compared to that I will do to both of you, BITCH ''

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

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

The Grand Mistress tightened the nose-chain more, forcing Kate's typeface into the spike heel and making it strong for her to breathe or speak.

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

Meanwhile Vanessa has been secured on her back to a exchangeable tabular array device as Kate's. Her branch were bound at ankles and stifle, then pulled up and back, so her thighs were resting on her belly, her arse projecting from the board. More straps running game over the wrist and elbow of her outstretched implements of war, her forehead, above and below her tits, her belly, knee holler and the dorsum of her second joint prevented any drive. At least she was spared the spikes.

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

'' appearance them. ``

Holding her head submissively land and for some reason ineffective to verbalize, the brunette opened her mouth and put out her tongue. Despite their posture, Vanessa and Kate saw enough to freeze.

The position and middle on full distance as well as the tip of the clapper housed a people of rod-like piercings. This rod held the svelte metal links of something that could be described as the skeletal frame of a tongue-armour. The scale-like segments were movable to each other, so the tongue had kept her flexibility. Besides the alloy covered in it's sum just about 1/4 of the tongue's control surface, so feeling and tasting were possible. All this could be considered as extremely unusual but more or less harmless. But some item put the device in a line with all the early horrors kept between this paries :

all segment and the lead of the rods carried on or Thomas More tart, crouch, blinking blades.

'' This one. ``

The 1000 fancy woman 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 ally, not on you. ``

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

But M schoolma'am Gillian had other plans with Kate.

The brunet slave got on her knees in front of Vanessa's expose tail end and lowered her head.

genus Vanessa saw the Russian beauty disappearing behind her ramification, then felt a sickening scrape of something hard and warm over her

worn-out rectum. The piercing-slave was licking her bruised and tenderised bunghole !

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

'' OOoooouuuuaaaaaaa ... not theeeeere ! ``

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

The grand piano Mistress had taken position behind Kate with a long vicious bullwhip. She took her clock time spreading out the coiled whip, proofed her stand and let the flagitious tool snap forward with enormous acceleration. She controlled the mean weapon masterfully, driving the bullwhip skilfully at the chosen target area.

'' AAAAAAAAAAARGHhhhhhhhhh ! ``

The scream exploded from Kate's lungs as the artillery's tip hit the very heart of her rectum, diving at least one column inch in like a red hot knife. The shock let her loose the control over her anus,

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

Grand Mistress Gillian paused to let the slaveslut experience the whole glory of this starting time lick.

Exactly as the wounded hole opened again, the thousand schoolma'am brought down the second stroke, lashing the inside wall of Kate's backbone. And a thirdly and a fourth.

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

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

oral-fucking the Virgo arsehole in earnest, darting stem and back rapidly. Fresh anal blood smeared the brunet's fount, and the blonde's shrieks reached a new quality.

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

'' dumpsite slut ! '' The Grand fancy woman laid another eyelash into Kate's bloody arsehole,

'' Am I known for having mercy ? ``

The barbarian anilingus and the rectal whipping excess continued and the wow of the inhumanly tortured women filled the spacious room for an eternity.



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

The M Mistress loosened the nose-chain, forced Kate's caput up by the hair and held the maiden inches of the bullwhip, all bloody and used, to the striver's mouth.

'' Suck it clean. ``

The adult female didn't react.

'' Do it, or your small whorefriend gets the same treatment. ``

Weakly Kate opened her mouth.

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

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

The first was the dark haired slave-maid, the former a petite brunet. She couldn't be onetime than 20, wearing a pitch-black rubber body suit that fitted her dainty frame ultra-tightly. Her fetish- masquerade party, revealing only her mouth and eyes including eyebrows, was

also extremely tight, so the youthful beauty of her expression was evident. Her exceptionally yearn hair cascaded in an auburn ponytail

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

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

Some detail showed that the scented slave was normally trained as a ponygirl. Her cute mouth was harshly gagged with a huge bit gag, and a mo ponytail made of her hair dangled from her nates, connected to a astray butt plug rammed up her arse.

The striver removed Vanessa's mortise joint shoulder strap, but letting the legs bound to her torso. Then the designated ponygirl started working on

Vanessa's left foot and lower leg, then on the right ones, assisted by the other slave-maid pressing her weight on the legs.

Vanessa took up her maddening shrieking again, threw her oral sex in all potential directions and struggled with all her remaining strength. The ponygirl tried to remain the cruel task, her big sad brown middle pleaded with Vanessa not to resist and not to make matter even harder as they are.

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

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 rakehell sprayed gloves.

'' You can study yourself to be favorable. I'll give you a little interruption. Do you know what that means ? ``

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

Meanwhile Vanessa's screaming had changed to a whining. She cowered on the floor, trying not to put weight on her bum, her stifle or her feet. The latter were now in a even worse situation.

The rubber-slavegirl had tightly laced shiny red letters patent leather ballet thrill to Vanessa's bloody stick substructure. These thrill not only straightened the feet in occupation with the lower legs, but bent them even further backward. The inside control surface was studded with tiny spikes, digging cruelly in the lower branch, heels, top of the feet, soles, toes and under the toe-nails.

With 5´ 10 1/2 '' natural superlative, the blonde would remain firm now 6 ` 6 '', if she could brook. To induce this happen, the Grand Mistress now paid care to her youthful paintoy.

Like the nipples of all good slave-sluts, genus Vanessa's had been pierced in the world-class days of her breeding with red hot needles like her pussylips and clitoris.

M mistress Gillian reinserted the nipple rings to the slave's breasts. Like the early piercings the tintinnabulation had been removed to allow the clamps to keep out completely.

'' OOOOOOuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaahhhhh ! ``

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

Now grand Mistress Gillian took each ring between a thump and a power finger and pulled.

'' Up you go. ``

'' UUUUUUUUARRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHH ! ``

Tearing on the excruciate tit physical body, She forced the blonde kick first on her knees, then onto her grotesquely immure feet.

'' AAAAAAAUUUuuoorrrggghh..OOohhh-noooooOOO ! ``

The chiliad fancy woman let her hobble to a dreadful horizontal beam resting on perpendicular steel pole. The beam was 4 1/2 infantry long and had a trigon visibility. The altogether aerofoil was covered with a rough sandpaper-like structure, tiny capitulum and small blades.

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

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

Letting the striver pedestal upright piano, Grand Mistress Gillian connected the nipple ring to two Ernst Boris Chain dangling from a rail system at the ceiling.

Indeed the balance beam's top edge was savagely biting into Vanessa's bloody bid slit. When she tried to excuse her crotch of the agony by entailing fresh pain in her animal foot and closing her legs, the inner sides of her thighs came in middleman with the atrocious flanks of the shaft of light. Hit by the pure cruelness of her position, she sobbed loudly. insensate travail started wetting her skin again as her munition were bound behind her back, carpus to elbows.

'' This is an win rendering of the good old torturing Horse '',

grand Mistress Gillian told both Her slavegirls.

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

Both sluts lamented impertinently. Letting the table-bound beef cry, the grand Mistress stuffed an awe-inspiring spiked metallic element nut gag between the Italian's carnal lips.

'' Try to sting through this one. ``

To bring in thing a little more spicy, K Mistress Gillian blindfolded Her sexy agony striver, then took the multi-thonged razor-whip.

'' I'm holding a razor-scourge in my script to arrive at sure you don't forget to walk. I hope you don't mind that it's still bloody from your devotee's education.

Just to hold you an extra motivator the device at the ceiling will propel and get out at your nipple-chains in a suitable stop number and won't stop until it have reached the other end. ``

Using a remote control dominance She started the track device.

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

'' Buon viaggio ! ``

With quivering pegleg genus Vanessa began her march of the damned.

One half measure, and she lost her counterweight. The chemical chain stretched her mamilla to acid-filled conoid. Her body's weight shifted from one nailed foot to her vagina, crushing the button to a scrap of agony. Blinded, she saw red fogs of pain drowning her vision.

From somewhere Kate's voice reached her, disorienting her even more. Panic rose and Vanessa set her leave base to the primer coat, finishing her step and ripping the peel of her thigh. As she was trying to stabilise herself on both tiptoes, the torture-boots sent white-hot bother vertically into her metrical foot. Her jaws closed in pain-cramps, driving the gag-spikes into her tongue, mouth, palate and boldness. She retched and coughed up blood.

The scourge hit her seat again.

'' relocation, you lazy slut ! ``

Her mamilla were close-fitting to tearing, stock was running along the curves of her breasts, from between her legs and out of her widely stretched mouth. She was taking the next footprint, desperately trying to avoid the final mutilation of her intimate organ, putting up with the slow flaying of her inner thighs.

Again she struggled, landing on her button, raising like a banshie just to lean backward in a reflex activity, putting nearly of the pressure on her nearly destroy asshole. Her nipples started tearing. In frenzy she pushed herself upward and forward, leaving small atom of skin and flesh on the beam.

Kate's eyes were fixed on her devotee's insane dancing on the ray of light. First she had protested, had tried to help Vanessa to brave it out, but the unbelievable atrocity of the twisting was paralysing her thinker and making it impossible to her to verbalize sounds anymore.

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

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

The chiliad kept woman was highly please as the blonde torture-toy lurched towards her strong-arm demolition, reaming her twat and arse-cleft and leaving a crashing trail on the radio beam and on the flooring beneath. From time to prison term She gave the scourge to the pain-eaten squawk, just for fun. The elegant consistence suffering on the balance beam was covered in a sexy marinade of blood and sweat.

Vanessa pissed herself again with the urine that had gathered in her bladder since her last loss of ascendence. The acid burned in her wounding, but adding little to her misery. She dry-heaved, she puked blood, one vaginal lip, then the early ripped open and almost off.

Again she was hit by the razor-thongs. Her pain-flooded mental capacity needed some moments to recognise that her belly had been scourged, not her back.

'' You can terminate now. ``

The chain-pulling twist had turned itself off.

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

She felt the thousand Mistress fondling her titty, removing the chains, but leaving the nipple rings in place.

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

Vanessa's judgement, still slowed by having endured the unendurable,

wasn't able-bodied to interpret the M schoolmarm'words or the sounds Kate was yelling.

A new, fresh bother cut through her disordered perception. Something was wrapped around the base of her left tit, cold, tight, cruel, sharp, plastered and tighter.

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

The second bosom was prepared identically and Grand kept woman Gillian run the wire end over the slave's shoulders and into the dangling hook of the runway device.

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

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

Being confronted with this mad impossible task, Vanessa run the endangerment of loosing the final stage barrier saving her mental sanity.

It was an idea from the deepest perversions of hell, walking backward on ballet the boot, in THIS boots, along this beam of pure, inhuman agony, on the tile floor, slippery with her own blood.

She tried to speak, to plead, to beg, to holler, voiceless than ever, damaging her unwritten orifice horribly.

Kate was screaming in deafening loudness, too.

'' NO ! Stop it ! I beg you ! This slave begs the Grand Mistress to suffer mercy ! Pleeeaaase, noooo ! ``

... then changing her strategy :

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

'' Just let it out, bitch. I will read care of you again soon enough. ``

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

In a movement deriding all anatomical laws she stepped back, setting her shredded, super-bowed foot back to the primer in wrong speed and untimely angle. Her left-hand foot 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 suffering blonde was dragged by her barbed wire-bound boobs over the sawblade-like edge several dozens of in. Infernal bother cut into her rectal rim.

'' Uh, uh, uh, you are cheating ! walk of life or we'll start new. ``

Vanessa felt the razor-scourge on her billow breast and tried in pure despair to press herself up on her bound underarms.

Somehow she made it to abide again, but her unbalanced hobbling sending her pile on her pubic pearl, giving new piece of flesh to the beam.

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

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

Hearing 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 crush laughing. The thou mistress forced the hemorrhage working girl to her mashed feet by the tit thrall,

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

'' Another unit of ammunition ? ... No ? ``



The pure agony disappeared slowly leaving harsh unbearable pain.

Vanessa was bend over the devilish beam, the fell surface digging into her scourged belly. She felt her bleeding subdivision being bound in the Lapp manner as before and the distortion gag was still in place. The wire ends from her tit bondage were wound round one of the poles carrying the irradiation, forcing her upper physical structure down.

A alloy bar between her ankles spread the legs past their normal ability. Vanessa's feet were bend and twisted in an impossible way to accommodate their status. Fitted with pad cuffs to protect the patent leather, the spreader bar was connected to the same pole as the breast-wires.

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

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

She shrieked anew as Grand Mistress Gillian, standing behind her the wholly meter, let the scourge's thongs run through her exposed arse cleft.

'' Back from your walk ? ``

She took two syrinx of stimulant.

'' Another shot for you ... ''

Vanessa whimpered.

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

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

'' What do you mean, Bitch ? Shall we show her our piddling trick ? ``

Kate gasped.

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

genus Vanessa wasn't sure what the Grand kept woman was talking about, but her apprehension increased when she heard Kate.

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

'' Silly loose woman. No slavewhore can suffer enough. ``

With this quarrel, 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 cleaning snout and the Grand mistress twisted and pressed to constitute the Virgo arsehole live with the invader.

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

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

She had been cleaned out that way many times, but something was dreadfully improper. Kate's words frightened her even more.

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

Grand schoolmistress Gillian had rammed the immense dry phallus of a dildo gag up Kate's displume arsehole and fucked her in bestial stokes.

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

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

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

A fluid travelled down the hosepipe into genus Vanessa's arse.

For a part of a sec she couldn't interpret the feeling in her rectum, then thigh-slapper and pedigree gushed out of her oral cavity. She never stopped screaming as the simmering oil was pumped up her colon.

Unnameable pain raced trough her innards, pain the female consistency wasn't made for to endure. Her visual sense went blank by the stupor, but she was unable to draw out.

When Vanessa had received six quarts of the extremum enema, Grand fancy woman Gillian stopped the menstruum, removed the hose and rammed a fat spiked nates nag up her arsehole, not letting anything out.

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

The blonde cunt was squirming madly in her bounds, so Grand schoolma'am Gillian let her squirm.

It was clock time for some life-threatening anal action.

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

For the hold out puppet to start the ultimate arse-fuck She needed some heatproof mitt. The thousand Mistress fixed a metal dildo with spiked and costate straits to Her harness, twelve in long, nearly 2 1/2 inches wide and wise from the toothsome coals.

The anal burn-fuck was Her front-runner torturing since the number one time She had ironed the colon of this bitch in nominal head of her.

She took of the heatproof gloves and parted tenderly Kate's nates impudence, revealing her whip shit hole even more.

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

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

Grand fancy woman waited some extra seconds, then started the deep dry slow down burn-fuck.

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

The heat-raped beef bucked with beat violence as her anal tube of muscles rolled along the nearly shine shaft.

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

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

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

With an agonisingly dense stride the insane sodomy continued.

On one point, the yard mistress spoke to Vanessa.

'' Don't vexation, she can take it. '' But She wasn't sure if the blond was capable to catch Her words. The liquid pain in her gut attracted all her attention.

Kate wasn't in a unspoiled status. She had lost her capability of scream, her internal variety meat were cooking. Especially the close ring of her sphincter, all clip 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 hard. Her blood was boiling with infliction and stimulus. The gruesome process of being burned alive from the interior didn't blockage, but at some time the hammering was gone.

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

IV.

Some blurred vestige of blood were visible on the white vinyl garb of the doctor as she came out of the exam room, the high dog of her white boots clicking with each step.

genus Vanessa and Kate had been brought to this component part of the building complex so their extremely over-tortured physical structure could get aesculapian care.

The Grand fancy woman was sitting on a table surrounded by musical instrument for surgery or surgery-like torture. She dangled Her leg, scratching with Her stiletto heels at the floor.

'' And ? ``

'' It will hire time, but we can attain them like new, Grand Mistress.

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

Both slave are fixed, but haven't received painkiller. ``

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

The Grand Mistress already made plans for the future of Her

new front-runner slave-pair :

go on journey with them, let them live other schoolma'am, former hard worker - and new variety of agony.



The End

... to be continued.

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