Final Tour

Final Tour - Part Two:

What seemed likes hours but was probably no more than 30 minutes, he heard the whirring sound of the motor followed by the opening of the door.  A light came on and the Baroness entered and walked to the front of his cage. 

“It’s branding time and my friend Mistress Fire is here to do the deed.

Mistress Fire moved into his line of vision.  Once again it was that mousy woman from the street door of the ‘club’, the one who had later plunged the hypodermic needle into his butt, knocking him out cold, before he was brought to this hell-hole.  She was wearing a shiny black leather jump-suit and industrial grade fireproof asbestos gloves.  A wicked yet satisfied grin spread across her face as she checked him out like a piece of meat in a butcher’s freezer.

“So he’s to get seven brands, right?  Lovely, let’s get started.”      She took off one of her gloves, put her hand through the bars of his cage and proceeded to pinch and squeeze the fleshy areas of his naked body, selecting the most vulnerable and painful locations for the brands.  Try as he might, Jeff could not move more than an inch or two, trying to shy away from her hand.  Sensing his attempt to avoid the pain Fire took off her other glove, pinched his nose with one hand and covered his mouth with the other. 

“There’s no escape from pain and torture here.  You should have realized that by now.  The more you struggle, the more excited and turned on we get and that’s just fine with us but not so good for you, believe me, we’ve had lots of experience.  I could easily suffocate you right now if I chose to but that would be such a waste of a slave.    My cunt’s tingling just at the thought of the agony you are going to suffer for the pleasure of the Baroness and me.” 

The Baroness walked over to the wall, removed a hand-held wand from a bracket and pushed a button.  The cage quietly and smoothly rose about four feet off the ground.  She pushed another button and it then moved towards the middle of the room and stopped over, and lowered onto, a large steel table.  The base of the cage appeared to lock into place and within minutes the Baroness and Fire had unlocked each corner and lifted the sides up and away from the table, leaving Jeff still manacled to the base but unencumbered now by the cage. 

“You can probably feel some weight around your balls.  That’s an electronic device that was fitted before we left the Cougar Club.  It is a hundred times more effective that any other form of restraint and I can have you writhing in agony just by the slightest touch to this button on my watch strap…. Like so”.  Unable to move his arms and legs he arched his body and screamed in pain.  No sooner had he quieted down than she hit the button again and caused him to buck and scream again.

“Oh scream as much as you want – we love it!   But don’t make yourself hoarse, We’ll want to hear you scream when Fire brands you.”  Another stab at the button and he was again in absolute agony, tears streaming down his face.

“The only thing I enjoy more than a slave’s screaming is to watch him cry.  Now that device is a real breakthrough in slave control.  You see, I will be able to control you completely without the need to have you manacled to the floor, or hanging from the wall, all the time.   The increased flexibility opens up a whole host of opportunities to hurt you, anywhere, anytime.  OK, I think we’re ready for the first brand.”

The Baroness gave Fire a curt nod, indicating that she could now start branding.    She approached the table with the branding iron in her gloved right hand.  Jeff could smell the heat of very hot metal and his body began to tremble.  She stood in front of him with her face about three feet from his.  When he had first seen her outside the club she had appeared mousy.  Now, with a malicious smile on her face, she looked really ugly – her teeth were crooked and discolored and she had an excess of facial hair.  Sensing his opinion she spat on his face and wiped her spittle over it with her free hand.

“You think I’m ugly, don’t you?  So many guys made me feel that way in my teens that I was permanently put off men and developed a life-long hate for you all.   I’ve put that hate to good use and now really enjoy torturing slaves and making them uglier than I will ever be!  Each slave I work on suffers a thousand times more emotional pain than I ever did and then, of course, you all die a slow and incredibly painful death at the hands of your owners.  OK!  Enough friendly chit-chat – it’s time for your first brand.”

With that she walked to the foot of the table and smacked his right ass cheek several times hard, bringing up an area of redness.  The brand hit his cheek and he felt excruciating pain and sickness as he smelt his own flesh burning.  Once again, he screamed out in pain causing both the Baroness and Fire to laugh at his anguish.  Just as the pain was slowly subsiding, Fire smacked his left ass-cheek and repeated the procedure, holding the iron on his body for about a minute, burning deep into the flesh.  The pain was finally too much for him and he passed out but there was no relief there as his body was still held in place by the manacles.  The Baroness activated the scrotum device again causing him to revert to the kneeling position.  “Please, please, if it will make you happy, please just kill me, I can’t take any more of this.  I really would like to die, please don’t do any more to me.” 

       

The Baroness moved in front of him and squatted down so that her face was just a few inches from his.  “Was I just wasting my breath earlier on?  Do you think I bought you just for a one-night stand?  Of course not.  I plan to keep you alive and in constant fear and pain for as long as possible.  Don’t forget that I am a doctor so I have can keep you alive where, without professional care, you might otherwise succumb – that’s half the fun for me.  See the defibrillator on the wall over there?  That will help I’m sure.  Plead as much as you want but it won’t make any difference.  I bought you for my own selfish and sadistic fun and I won’t be disappointed, believe me.”

She turned around and said something to Fire who immediately picked up the branding iron and approached Jeff again, the same sick smile on her ugly face.  He could hear the sizzle of his burnt flesh on the end and, even worse, could smell it too.  She held the iron about a foot from his face and he tried to turn away but the Baroness stepped up beside him and put his neck in an  arm-lock.  “OK Fire, the forehead I think”.

He screamed in agony as Fire placed the iron on his forehead.  He could hear both the searing of his own flesh and the insane cackling laughter of  Fire

along with the Baroness’ shouted instruction to hold it there longer.  He couldn’t move as she maintained the arm-lock and, mercifully, the pressure on his neck caused him to pass out.  What little relief he got from being temporarily unconscious ended with a series of hard slaps to his face from Fire as the Baroness reduced the pressure on his neck and subjected him to a torrent of verbal abuse.  “I do not expect you to pass out every time we  hurt you.  You must learn to take the torture like a real man or things will just get unimaginably worse for you.  Believe me that is very possible – if you could only talk to some of my former slaves, they would confirm that but, alas, that’s not possible is it?”

The two women then picked up the side sections of the cage, slid them into place and the Baroness then used the wall-mounted wand to replace the top.  The sections were locked together and the cage moved back to its former spot on the floor, facing the open furnace in the equipment room.  Without a word the women left the room and it was plunged into total darkness. 

“We will continue after dinner”

Jeff went through alternating periods of absolute panic and, strangely enough, relative calm as he knew that until the door opened and the lights went on he would not be subjected to any additional pain or, worse yet, excruciating torture at the hands of these sadistic women.  Having been in the army he had been trained to withstand hardship but nothing in his time served could possibly have prepared him for this.  Nevertheless, at his core, he refused to believe that he would die here.  He had already decided that negotiating with the Baroness would be entirely pointless.  Nothing in her manner, her actions nor her personality gave the slightest hint of any pity for what she was doing to him and, presumably if she was to be believed, what she had done to others.  Worse still, her confidence level was so high and her air of invincibility so strong that she talked about his impending painful death as a fait accompli – not something that ‘might’ happen but as something that was utterly inevitable.

Still, he urged himself to look for any opportunity, no matter how small, to start building up snippets of information, timing, personal traits, that might collectively give him a remote chance of getting out of this hell-hole.  It wasn’t much to go on and he knew, deep down, that he was probably deluding himself but he wouldn’t go down without a fight.

The feeling that he had gained back a modicum of control stayed with him for about another hour.  Then the single light went on and he heard the grating of the wall section behind him opening.  Moments later the Baroness and Fire came back in, each carrying a glass of red wine.  The Baroness sat on the throne while Fire could be heard in the background moving some things around before pulling an armchair up beside the Baroness.   The two talked quietly to each other, occasionally laughing, but totally ignored Jeff.  He was still manacled in a cramped position, on his hands and knees, inside the cage.  He could see the two women out of the corner of his eye and stayed as still as possible, not wanting to encourage them to pay any attention to him.  All to no avail as Fire got up, unlatched the sides of the cage allowing them to fall noisily to the floor and straddled Jeff.  He felt her fingernails digging into his shoulders.  For a split second it was a pleasant sensation but then it turned to pain as she dug hard and deep into the flesh.   “Next two brands here, I think, Baroness. I’ve marked the spots when you are ready”.

“Not yet, Fire, I need some relief first.  Let’s get him into the chair.  Remember the pain in your balls slave? Well, just follow instructions and you will be spared that, at least for a while.”

Fire got off his back and undid the manacles on his ankles while the Baroness did the same to his wrist manacles.  To their amusement, when he tried to move he couldn’t, he was locked into the kneeling position with lack of movement for over 24 hours.  All that ended when Fire landed a kick on his ass at the same time that the Baroness grabbed him under the chin and jerked him forward.  He sprawled onto the floor and in a well-rehearsed way, he was dragged over to the armchair and flipped on his back.  He was pushed under the chair and his wrists were strapped to the front legs.  All he could see was the underside of the seat as his ankles were strapped together.  He tried to lift his legs but clearly the strap was attached to something heavy enough to prevent that.  Next, he felt some pressure on his throat as a restraint was locked over his neck, holding his head in a rigid position.  The seat cushion was removed and he looked up at the faces of the Baroness and Fire staring down at him.

“Open your mouth!” commanded Fire.  A big glob of spit was released from her mouth and landed on the back of his throat.  “Swallow it!  Now, make yourself comfortable, as you‘ll be here for quite a while.  Your nutritional needs are close to our hearts but, I have to say, much closer to our asses.  Bon appetit!”

The Baroness placed a  fitted toilet seat onto the throne and Fire then inserted a clear plastic funnel in through the opening.  The lip around the top was designed to rest on the toilet seat with the flexible part suspended through the opening.  It was long enough that when Fire roughly inserted it in Jeff’s mouth, no amount of twisting would allow him to force it out.

“So, now you have tried to spit it out and like any other effort you make to deny us our fun, you just can’t win.  Accept the fact that we are in complete control and you have no choice but to do as you are told.  Baroness, would you like to go first?  Oh by the way seven, your dinner tonight will be spicy Mexican – enjoy!”

The light disappeared as the Baroness sat down on the toilet.  For a few moments nothing happened but first a trickle and then a torrent of hot piss poured into his throat.  Unable to eject the funnel he had to swallow as fast as he could to avoid choking on the vile liquid.  He managed that with difficulty but then he heard her fart as a fairly soft log was ejected from her ass and slid down the funnel toward his mouth.  He tried to put his tongue across the bottom but was only partially successful as it was well into his mouth and only succeeded in pushing it against the side as it slid into his mouth.  Moments later another log came down the tube pushing on the first one, followed by more piss and another larger log.  He felt himself choking and tried to cough the mixture back up into the tube.  Fire looked under the chair and saw what he was doing and suggested to the Baroness that she ‘activate the scrotal restraint‘ and a sharp stab of pain immediately went through his balls.  He tried to  scream but that had the desired effect and his mouth was filled with the Baroness’ shit and piss mixture.

“Now fucking eat it or you’ll get the treatment again.  And for fuck’s sake hurry up because I need a shit real bad.”  Another jab of intense pain and he swallowed another mouthful of the disgusting mixture.  Eventually he emptied the funnel and the Baroness lifted herself off the seat to be replaced, just moments later, by Fire.  There was only time for him to quickly take two or three breaths before Fire sat down.  She just opened up and he could hear her laughing as a huge dump of hot diarrhea gushed down into his mouth.  “Swallow, swallow, swallow” she cackled  and he could sense her rocking back and forth on the throne as she pummeled his chest with her booted feet.

As disgusting as her shit was, its semi-liquid texture allowed him to swallow it quite quickly  and he hoped he would now be released from being clamped and manacled to the floor.  Not so.  The Baroness looked down at him through the toilet seat and placed a hosepipe into the funnel.  A burst if water splashed against the sides and, like the shit and piss, ran directly into his mouth.  As difficult as it was to swallow, it was a lot better than the previous stuff and he was able to get it down.  The hose was removed and then she lifted up the funnel and moved out of his line of vision.  Back in view she looked down  at him with a cigarette smoldering in the corner of her mouth  “Dinner tomorrow will be Greek or Chinese – I haven’t decided yet but you will find out soon enough.  Now, Fire, two more brands tonight I think and then we can go to bed.”

The Baroness replaced the seat in the throne and he was surrounded by darkness again.  His fears mounted as he could not see what was going on but knew that the torture was not over yet.  The silence was more unnerving than anything else as he waited, in anguish for the next violent act to take place.  Without any warning whatsoever he felt incredible pain and burning on the soles of both of his feet and, mercifully passed out.  His relief was only momentary as he could feel the various restraints being removed and his body being unceremoniously dragged across the floor.  He was placed in a sitting position in a corner and his arms were raised so his wrists were level with his shoulders. His wrists were then locked into rings in the wall.  A circular hole, about twelve inches across, was located in the floor about a foot in front of him and a tap, trickling water, was just in his reach if he leaned to his left.  “You will stay in the bathroom overnight – don’t make a mess or you will pay for it.  Get some sleep, slave and be ready for a day of even more pain and torture.  You will be surprised and shocked at just what evil pleasure I will get from torturing you.  Every day of the rest of your miserable life you will wish you were dead but that is not going to happen for a long, long time as you find out what a evil and sadistic bitch I truly am.”  She stubbed her cigarette out in the middle of his chest, forced his mouth open,  stuffed the butt deep into his throat and clamped her hands over his mouth and nose until he had swallowed it.  “Good night – sleep tight”

She chuckled as she and Mistress Fire walked to the door and moments later the light went off, the door banged shut  and the wall section slid solidly back into place.