Extreme Toyland #10: Filthy Fun Freak Show
Synopsis
This is the tenth installment in the Extreme Toyland series written by author DolorDelectatio. The stories about Extreme Toyland and its spin-off Extreme Dolls focus on extreme acts of mostly consensual sadomasochism and genital torture by the entrepreneurial Mistress Lisa, her friends and employees.
In this story, Mistress Lisa is getting her lavish mansion ready for an over-the-top party of sexual depravity and devious sadomasochism to celebrate, well, nothing special, really. It became kind of a thing in the upper bdsm scene to throw extravagant parties with exceedingly outrageous entertainment.
Not to be outdone by her friends, she is aiming to provide her many guests with impressive entertainment, ranging from themed play rooms and costumed servants to freak show artists and even a three-act S&M show in her private theater for a dozen of her closest friends. With just one week to go before the big event, she is taking care of the last arrangements with her longtime associate Rick. Mistress Rachel, executive producer for the Extreme Dolls website, is running an errand in Germany.
Once the party is about to start, Lisa makes a round of her mansion, inspecting several places and entertainment acts up close. Finally, she hosts her special three-act show in her private theater. Always trying to push the limits of what’s accepted and expected, Lisa’s show features Russian shock-bdsm duo Tiny Freaks, size queen Alyssa from Paris and as the main event an extravagant blood play spectacle by Lisa’s own favorite ‘blood slut queens’ Lesley and Elisa.
Words: about 35,000 (compare: ‘The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe’ – C.S. Lewis).
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Chapters & subjects
Chapter One: Party Preparations: general story
Chapter Two: Meeting Maya: general story, body modification
Chapter Three: Nikoletta and Ashleigh’s submission: M/ff tit torture, body modification, asphyxiation.
Chapter Four: Meeting Anna: general story, body modification
Chapter Five: Let’s Get the Party Started: general story, M/ff, bondage, torture
Chapter Six: Prologue to the Freak Show: general story
Chapter Seven: Tiny Freaks: M/f, bondage, torture, body modification
Chapter Eight: The Pain Stallion: F/ff, bondage, whipping, pony girl, extreme insertions
Chapter Nine: The Blood Slut Queens: F/f, f-self, blood play, asphyxiation, extreme insertions, machine torture, body modification
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Disclaimer
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All acts described in this work of fiction are performed by consenting adults over the age of 18.
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Chapter One: Party Preparations
“Hey Rick, how’s that deal with Elsa’s girls coming along? The party is only one week from tomorrow!” Lisa exclaimed when she entered the Extreme Toyland offices.
“Hang on, you should see this in a minute.”
He paused a video he was watching full-screen on his laptop computer.
“What was that?” he asked.
“How’s the deal with Elsa coming along? Will Tessa and that hot new girl be able to make it?”
“Oh, yes, yes, she sent a message over last night, let me find it.”
Rick switched to another program on his computer.
“Here it is.”
He started reading to Lisa: “I can confirm that my girls will be available for two nights on the 14th for the price Lisa and I agreed upon when we last spoke.”
“Yes! Awesome!” Lisa exclaimed.
Rick looked up. “Wow, you’re pretty excited, how come?”
“I’ll tell you in a minute, please read on.”
Rick continued reading the message: “My handler will drop them off at 8PM and he will handle their installation and aftercare. He will also accept your payment in cash and he is to remain in the same room as Tessa and Fleur at all times during the party.”
“Fleur, yes, that was her name, how could I forget?” Lisa thought out loud.
“So, what’s so special about this girl anyway?” Rick wanted to know.
“Remember when Adriana C. hit the scene? With her supermodel good looks and nasty performances? I got the same feeling when I saw this girl being drilled by her master and a few other guys at Elsa’s party, only this chick is nasty right up our alley – not just with some rope bondage and faux-whipping-Story-of-O.”
“How so?”
“Elsa told me she’d just turned nineteen when she came to her dungeon about three months ago. Came along with her boyfriend, a longtime client of Elsa’s. Said she was ‘interested’ in Elsa’s world. Within the hour she was supposedly trussed up in a suspended position with skewers through her perfect tits.”
“And when you saw her?”
“She was tied to a table and fucked gangbang style in her ass and throat by about a dozen guys.”
“Not to be a dick, but what was so special about that that it caught your interest?”
“Just...her, I guess. She looked flawless and pristine, almost immaculate despite her position and even though they choked her with their big cocks and she had mucus, spit and cum covering her face, she kept looking..., I don’t know, classy, I guess.”
“Uh-huh. So that was it?”
“Well, of course it intrigued me that her pussy was sewn shut and that she was receiving pins and needles in her tied tits for every load of cum the guys shot in her holes. By the count of them, she was winning easily against Tessa, who was in the same position on another table right next to her. Our party will be her first public appearance ever.”
“And she’s stunning like Adriana?”
“In her face for sure, striking beauty. But you know I’m picky with bodies. I’d probably make her lose ten pounds so she’d display more ribs under her big tits.”
Rick chuckled. “I’m sure if you want her at some point, you’ll find a way to get her here just the way you like.”
Lisa grinned.
“What are those girls doing next week, anyway?” Rick wondered.
“They’re entertainment for the main room. They’ll be locked closely together in a sexy and deviant way and will provide the same anal that I just described plus some special oral services.”
“In the general area?”
“Yeah, why?”
“That’s one way to totally wreck a girl. You just told me she was new to this. There’ll be, what, over a 100 guests?”
“I’m sure she’ll be fine. She was offered a choice and apparently said yes. And she’ll be well compensated.”
“Alright. So now we have all stage acts taken care of and they will provide the main room entertainment?”
“Yeah, and Rachel is meeting with another supplier right now in Cologne. If she verifies what I hope I found, we’ll have some more unique albeit pricey entertainment for our party.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’d like to keep it a surprise. Not sure if it will pan out.”
“You know how much I love surprises...”
“I’m sorry, but all I can tell you right now is that I’ve found something that I think is truly unique and will be useful and lucrative long after this party is over. There is a significant investment involved at the start, but don’t worry, I’m not using company funds.”
“You’re paying for this yourself? How much?”
Lisa didn’t answer immediately. She paused for a moment and then said “375k”
Rick almost jumped out of his chair when he heard the number.
“What? You’re crazy! What could be worth an investment of almost half a million euros?”
“Just wait, if Rachel closes the deal, you’ll be able to judge for yourself if it was worth it.”
Rick shook his head. He knew better than to push Lisa to divulge more details. But he also couldn’t resist to ask one more question on the subject.
“If this is worth so much to you, then why on earth did you send Rachel to make the deal?”
“We already saw a video of a specimen together when we were in Berlin, she knows exactly what it is I want. And I have to be here for the Extreme Dolls production with Jane tonight.”
“Oh yes, the pony girl thing, right?”
“Yeah, we’re filming it for pay-per-view on the site. Then they’re doing the whole thing again live at the party.”
Rick’s eyes widened.
“With the same girl?” he stammered.
“Yeah, who else? I don’t know anyone else who can do what she does. Maybe Elisa or Lesley, but they have their own show and Daphne is recovering from her last escort session. I don’t have the time to train anyone else.”
“Won’t Sarah be back next week?”
“Yeah, she’ll be back on Wednesday, but I don’t want to bother her with this. I’m sure Hans is giving her a good workout. Plus, Alyssa has agreed to do the live show, so I don’t see the problem.”
“Won’t she be bruised and scarred, though?”
“So what? Has that ever stopped us? It’s more of a testament to what these girls are willing to take for me. What were you doing when I came in, anyway?”
“I was watching submissions for Extreme Dolls. There were 4 from last week I hadn’t seen yet. Nothing special, really, until this one came along.”
“Show me,” Lisa said.
“Wait, so, these girls from Elsa, how much cash should I have ready for their handler? It doesn’t say in her message.”
“I negotiated 40,000 for the both of them for two nights, plus 2.000 for expenses and disposables.”
“Two nights?”
“You think I’d let a jewel like that go away after the party? I’m sure I can have some fun with her the night after as well.” Lisa grinned. “I’ll offer her some extra cash off the books so I can videotape whatever I can get her to agree on.”
Rick smiled.
“You can even watch us if you’d like.” Her grin widened.
“Do we have enough cash in the safe?”
“There should be enough, yes, this month’s cash income from escorting and other sessions here at the mansion have not yet been deposited.”
Rick nodded. “I’ll take care of it. And the rest has been handled?”
“Yes, the Russians have received their payment in advance and Lesley and Elisa are in-house. That’s everything, right?
“I believe so. So we have two sets of main room entertainers and three stage acts?”
Lisa moved in closer behind Rick, so she could take a better look at the screen of his computer.
“Correct. And the rest of the themed play rooms will be stocked and managed by us. So what were you watching again?”
“Let me rewind. I was almost halfway, I think.”
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Chapter Two: Meeting Maya
Mistress Rachel had spent most of the afternoon wandering the busy streets of Cologne’s inner city. After a visit to the famous Cathedral she had a riverside lunch at the Ludwig Museum. Even though it was chilly outside, it was dry and the atmosphere was great with the many Christmas markets around the Altstadt.
She entered the luxurious white marble and gold lobby of the Excelsior Hotel Ernst a little before 4 PM. She’d seen the impressive building from the outside, where it already appeared to be magnificent. Once inside, she looked up at the decorated ceiling with its intricate pattern of circles. She was told to take a left toward the elevators before the massive marble columns in the lobby, and to head for suite 601 on the sixth floor.
The elevator was already available and Rachel was at the suite door in less than a minute. She knocked three times. Almost instantly someone opened the door. Rachel was greeted by one of Mistress Maya’s servants, a skinny but busty young woman that appeared to be in her early twenties. She was dressed from her high heels to her collared neck in a tight-fitting black latex cat suit. Over it, she wore a black and red leather semi-corset that accentuated her slim waist. She smiled and welcomed Rachel into the suite in heavily accented English.
Rachel looked at the girl, who had her very long blonde hair up in a high pony tail. She wore sparse but elegant makeup to accentuate her delicate facial features and big blue eyes. Rachel estimated that the girl was at least six feet tall already without her high heels. She towered over Rachel as she led her mistress’ guest further into the suite.
The suite was as decadent as the rest of the hotel. It was large – it probably took up half of the sixth floor. The tall servant led Rachel to an enclosed wood-paneled area with a semi-circle of couches around a long, rectangular table. At the far end of the room was a window, but the blinds and curtains were drawn, leaving only four gold-topped artificial lights to illuminate the room.
In a little alcove right in front of Rachel sat a middle-aged woman dressed completely in black leather. Flanking her on both sides were two additional servants. They were dressed a little differently than the one who opened the door and now took Rachel’s overcoat. These two girls stood straight up with their arms secured behind their backs. Their wrists and elbows tied tightly together with leather straps. Their position pushed their considerable chests up and out. They were also covered mostly in black latex and wore the same semi-corset as the girl who opened the door, but their breasts were bare. Around their waists, they wore stocked serving trays that were held up by chains connected to big rings pierced through their areoles behind their nipples. Their nipples themselves seemed to be permanently pierced with a thick foot-long metal rod with customized ends. The rods in turn were connected with chains to wide leather collars around their necks. Their heads were completely covered with tight fitting black leather hoods.
“Welcome, welcome, dear,” the woman in the middle said. “Please take a seat.” She pointed at the couch to her left.
Rachel sat down where she was told. She’d expected to introduce herself or shake hands, but the woman clearly took the lead at this point. She barked a command in Russian at the servant who held Rachel’s jacket. The girl, apparently called Anna, quickly left the room and closed the door behind her.
“Welcome, dear,” the woman said again. She was eyeing Rachel from bottom to top. Lisa had instructed Rachel what to wear to make a good impression on Mistress Maya, and from the smile on the woman’s face, it seemed to work. Maya let her eyes wander from Rachel’s black platform heels over her tight leather pants to her long-sleeved latex top covered with a black and yellow leather full corset. Rachel had undone her hair when she was on the elevator up to the suite and her long raven-black hair flowed past her shoulders.
“We match,” Maya said. “I see Lisa’s not forgotten to pay attention to details – just like I taught her many years ago.”
“Damn, she’s good,” Rachel thought to herself, surprised that the woman would explicitly make such a remark. She clearly remembered the specific instructions Lisa had given her: dress completely in black. Mix latex and leather, and make sure to wear something with yellow accents on top. And don’t forget a silver necklace.
Servant Anna returned to the wood-paneled room and almost immediately, her mistress put her back to work.
Maya was dressed in a similar fashion, but did not wear any latex. However, the leather, corset and silver necklace were an exact match. Rachel estimated she was about fifty years old. She wore her shoulder-length silver hair with pride and her body looked lean and well taken care of in her tight outfit.
“You must be Rachel. My name is Mistress Maya and you should address me as such. What exactly is your relationship with Mistress Lisa?”
“I run production on her Extreme Dolls website with her,” Rachel replied. “Before that, I worked as a full time mistress at her private mansion. These days, I don’t get many appointments for sessions in my schedule anymore.”
“Mistress, hmm? Any female subs? You see, I am only interested in girls –professionally and privately.”
“I’ve had the pleasure to work with quite a few, yes, both commercially and privately as well.” Rachel replied.
“Coffee? Or do you prefer tea?” Mistress Maya wanted to know.
“Tea, please, Mistress Maya,” Rachel said.
“I’ll have some coffee, then. Anna!”
The mistress barked a command at her latex-clad slave girl, who rushed to the other side of the room, to the servant standing next to Mistress Maya.
Anna picked up what seemed to be a small funnel and a pouring tip much like one on old-fashioned tea kettles and installed them on opposite ends of the metal rod that ran through the tray servant’s nipples. Then she took a large porcelain cup from the tray with her right hand and a steaming pot of coffee with her left. Holding the cup under the pouring tip on one end, she poured the hot coffee into the funnel on the opposing end of the rod.
Rachel followed every move in amazement. As the girl poured the hot fluid through the metal rod, a muffled moan could be heard through the servant’s hood. The moaning continued as Anna topped up the large cup before handing it to her mistress on a matching saucer.
“I hear your boss is quite busy making arrangements for her upcoming party – there’s quite a buzz going. Too bad I won’t be able to attend.” Mistress Maya casually continued the conversation, not paying attention to what happened next to her as Anna removed the funnel and pouring tip and placed them on the servant’s tray next to the large pot of coffee.
“Yes, it is going to be quite something, especially with the addition of your entertainment.” Rachel answered.
Servant Anna now repeated her procedure of pouring the hot drinks in exactly the same manner with the second servant slave. Only this time, she poured hot tea through the metal rod instead of coffee. Servant number two didn’t moan but rather shrieked high-pitched noises into her hood as the boiling fluid flowed through her pierced nipples.
“I understand you and Lisa have already seen a demonstration of my merchandise?” Mistress Maya wanted to know.
“Well, kind of,” Rachel continued, waiting a moment to take a sip from her steaming hot tea. “Someone from your production company, I believe his name was Boris, showed us a video of a girl that was modified to be a real life doll. That looked incredible. But I have yet to see it actually in front of me.”
When servant Anna had cleaned up the setups she had used to pour the hot drinks, she was sent away again by Mistress Maya.
“I’m sure you will be very satisfied. Our end product is as close to a real doll as you’ll ever get. What kind of video did Boris show you?”
“It was quite short. About 45 seconds to a minute, I believe. But it was very impressive. It showed two girls standing next to each other. They looked like twin sisters, identical in their faces and bodies. Boris said that the girls were not related, but made to look like each other. The video focused on their facial similarity and identical measurements, which were supposedly achieved through plastic surgery.”
“Oh, that one… That’s quite old, about 4 years I believe. It gets the basic idea across, but if you were already impressed by what you saw then, you’ll sure be stunned by what I’m about to show you now.”
While Mistress Maya explained that their medical staff had made some significant advancement in their procedures, servant Anna returned, this time with three other young women who entered the room before her. She waited until all of them were inside, closed the door again and took a position next to the door, opposite her mistress. The three other girls walked in front of the couch opposite of Rachel and stood side by side.
Rachel looked at them. All three looked similar in their face. No, not just similar, but identical. They had a familiar face too, and it wasn’t long before Rachel realized that the three girls in front of her were basically clones of Anna, the servant who welcomed her to the suite previously. Rachel looked back and forth from the girls to Anna, and the similarities were uncanny. Unlike Anna, the three were dressed in simple light blue hospital gowns.
Mistress Maya enjoyed the surprise of her client and let her gaze in amazement at her merchandise for a minute or so.
“See, our work has gotten a little more sophisticated”, she said after Rachel took her time to soak up what she was witnessing here.
“But their faces are just the start, wait till you see the rest! Girls, undress!”
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Chapter Three: Nikoletta and Ashleigh’s submission
Rick switched his active program back to the video and dragged the slider back to the start of the video.
“You’ll like this, I’m sure you can guess who this guy was inspired by,” Rick said before he hit the space bar to start the clip. Lisa was already behind him and together they watched the screen fade in from black.
There seemed to be a stationary camera set up in a well-stocked but small dungeon. It was probably a wide-angle camera, since both side walls left and right were visible, as well as a back wall which was decorated with tons of assorted toys, whips and rope, all neatly sorted by type, size and thickness.
Smack in the middle of view was a high table or platform, above which hung several lengths of heavy chains. It was unclear whether they hung from a ceiling, some kind of frame or maybe a winch or pulley system, that was just out of view. At both opposing edges of the table and thus the video screen were heavy metal frames bolted to the surface of the platform. The whole room was well lit from above, almost with an industrial feel.
After a few seconds two people appeared on screen. One was a blonde girl. Her face was roughly pushed in front of the stationary camera and held in place by two big hands. She seemed to be panicking and frenetically tried to trash her head from left to right, but the big hands kept a good grip. Her makeup was smeared and her hair wild. All of a sudden she managed to break free, but her freedom was short lived: within seconds, her face was back in view, one of the big hands tightly wrapped around her small neck, a stream of blood running from her nose.
She was dragged to the platform and planted on top by the man who held her face up to the camera. She didn’t put up any fight anymore and she was soon on her knees, with her wrists shackled against the frame on the right side of the platform and her ankles also shackled to the frame. Her arms were spread wide, too wide for comfort, but her ankles still had some slack.
The man who trussed her up against the frame left the screen for a moment, only to return with a second girl who was also dragged in view by her hair. Like the first girl, her makeup was ruined, but she didn’t put up any fight. She just stared into the camera with a blank expression. Her shoulder-length red hair was pulled up in a bun by the man’s large hands. After a few seconds he dragged her by her hair to the platform as well and before long she was secured in the same way as the blonde.
The two girls were facing each other on the platform. While the manner in which they were dragged there was similar, there were two or three very noticeable differences in their bodies. The first girl was a blonde, the second a redhead, so much was already obvious. Now it also appeared that while both of them were very slender and skinny, the redhead was much taller than the blonde. But the biggest obvious difference between the two girls was that the redhead had ridiculously large tightly bound tits while the blonde had no breasts to speak of.
Both girls were fitted with leather belts around their necks. The man who installed them, also connected the ends of these belts to metal buckets that he hung behind them on the other side of each frame.
When the belts and buckets were in place, the camera view switched. It seemed like a second camera was filming the room from above. The new angle gave a totally new view of the scene. The girls were now in the middle of the screen, the redhead again on the left and the blonde on the right. But the frame was wider than before and it showed the two buckets behind them clearly hanging from the belts around their necks. What it also showed was the absurdity of the redhead's tits; they were actually as large as full size NBA basketballs.
Lisa took a closer look at the screen. She wanted to figure out if the girl had had silicone implants or maybe saline injections to balloon her tits out of proportion like that. She was hoping for saline, but thought it was unlikely because of their size.
"Are those silicone?" She asked Rick.
"Shhhh! Just watch. You'll see," he replied.
The video showed the man walking around the platform, stopping behind the blonde and reaching around her. He put down some tools on the platform and pushed something through one of the links of a chain hanging in front of her and pulled it close to her chest. It was soon very clear what he was doing: he had placed a piece of wood through one of the links in a chain and pulled it against the thin girl's chest, where he aligned the wooden bar with her nipples. Within moments, he had used a nail gun to secure her nipples to both ends of the bar.
Again the video jumped. Back to the side view. It showed how the man manipulated the chain in such a way that it was crudely pulled up, relentlessly stretching the blonde's nipples up and out, pulling her small a-cups away from her ribcage and stretching her skin taut.
All of a sudden a piece of interview footage was inserted. It showed the blonde from her waist up, already naked, but with her makeup still intact. She looked like your average bubbly cute girl next door, eager to be on film. The only thing setting her apart from your actual girl next door was that her skin, especially on her flat chest, showed telltale signs of abuse; her torso was visibly scarred and bruised. She was looking over the camera, nodded and then looked straight at the camera to introduce herself.
"Hi, my name is Ashleigh and I just turned 20 yesterday! I am about to be worked on for your entertainment in a few moments together with my cousin and best friend, Nikoletta. I absolutely love Extreme Dolls and have watched it from the start. It would be a dream to be used in your dungeon one day, so hopefully you like what you see and you have some use for a worthless pain whore like me. Don't worry, I like it really rough!"
She smiled and waved at the camera before it faded out again and returned to the dungeon scene. The bubbly personality from the introductory video was gone as the camera, now obviously hand-held, circled her tied up body up close. She looked sweaty and abused, her makeup smeared, a stream of blood still running from her nose and dripping from her chin down on her chest.
The camera moved down to show how tightly stretched the skin of her small tits was. Her nipples were of normal to large size, slightly enhanced now with the fairly thick nail shot straight through them. They stood on top of quarter-sized dark areoles. The next few seconds of the video showed the rest of her body: her protruding ribcage, flat, even hollow abdomen and, further down, her bald pussy with four fairly large rings through both her outer labia.
The camera switched to top view again and showed how the man paid special attention to the redhead and her tits in particular. He used a black marker to draw parallel lines on the bulging orbs, exactly like latitudes and longitudes on a globe. When he started the second parallel, the video once again skipped to a pre-taped interview scene.
The redhead seemed quieter, less outgoing than the blonde. She was sitting naked, also still with perfect makeup. Her breasts were ridiculously large in appearance even without any bondage on them. After clearly receiving a signal that the tape was running, she introduced herself as Nikoletta, age 24.
Also a fan of Extreme Toyland and Extreme Dolls, she explained that she and her "boyfriend slash master" were inspired to experiment after seeing many pay per views with big breasted dolls and also the extensive surgical work done on internet curiosity Slave X.
She claimed that everything in the video was real, including her breasts and that she would love to be featured on Extreme Dolls as it would fulfill a great fantasy as well as open doors and provide funds that could be used to further modify her body.
The video switched back to the dungeon, where the master had apparently finished drawing the latitudes and longitudes with his black marker. Another close-up video followed, tracing Nikoletta's face from what appeared to be a dried-up bloody lip over the belt around her neck and her now segmented ridiculous ballooning breasts to her narrow waist and down to her bald pussy, which appeared to be shut with six horizontal heavy gauge barbells.
The only noticeable differences between the girls, who according to Ashleigh were cousins, seemed to be their hair color, labial piercings and, of course, breast size.
Despite the physical dissimilarity of their chests, the next part of the video clearly showed that their master treated his pain sluts as equals in his dungeon.
The next parts of the video were clearly taped by a fourth person in the room with a handheld camera. Over the course of two minutes, it showed what most people would describe as some of the most extreme breast mutilation on film, while Lisa and Rick saw it as intense and erotic physical stimulation.
First, the man in black started working on Nikoletta's bulging orbs of flesh. The video showed him pressing the tip of a long stainless steel screw hard into the girl's skin exactly where two lines of longitude and latitude intersected. Before anyone could blink, he had pressed the tip of a power tool against the screw and drove the metal pin into Nikoletta's titmeat until only about an inch of the six inch screw was visible sticking out of her skin. These tits were definitely not filled with silicone bags.
Nikoletta screamed at the top of her lungs and continued long after the pin was inserted. The camera zoomed in on the head of the screw, showing that the long rod was driven into the breast exactly where the lines crossed and that it went in fairly cleanly. There was hardly any blood.
All of a sudden, Nikoletta's wails were joined by the loud shrieks produced by Ashleigh. The camera panned right and showed how the man had pressed the same type of screw into the underside of Ashleigh's stretched left breast. The screw quickly disappeared into the girl's small breast when he used his power tool on it. As quickly as it disappeared, the sharp tip of the screw also reappeared near her collar bone. It was freakish to see the tip of the screw poking against her stretched skin from the inside, stretching it even more and eventually breaking through until about an inch of the screw was visible on each side.
Ashleigh screamed even louder than Nikoletta, but it was to no avail. It was surprising how little both girls moved or tried to stretch against their bonds. Like paint by numbers the man continued literally screwing his slave girls. Before the video went to another fade transition, he could be seen driving a second screw into Ashleigh, this time at the same spot in her other breast.
After the cut, the hand-held camera circled the two girls, who were still in the same position. Some time must have passed by, because by now dozens of the same screws had been inserted into the girls' tits. Ashleigh's were pierced bottom to top with eight screws each, spaced about half an inch apart. It was to be assumed that Nikoletta had received an even higher amount in her bulging orbs that now looked like a Siamese Pinhead.
Both girls moaned, but Ashleigh's volume was significantly reduced by a crude method of scream control that was now clearly visible but had not been shown on the video before. Her tongue was out of her mouth, wedged between her upper and lower lips. Those lips, together with the tongue in between, were nailed to a small but thick piece of wood that now hung against the girl's chin. Apparently she'd been so loud that the master had to effectively shut her up using his nail gun.
The treatment of these girls so far was brutal, but there were still three minutes to go on the video. "I like it rough", Ashleigh's quote, seemed to be the understatement of the year, something that was further illustrated by the next part of the clip.
The next scene showed the man in black holding a long and extremely thick metal rod over Nikoletta's tortured tits. The rod was at least two feet long and nearly half an inch thick. It was not round, but rather flattened. Its sharp end tapered off into a very sharp tip, like a skewer, a scalpel even, due to its flat nature. The opposing end featured what looked like a hand grip.
The video did not waste time, but showed what Rick had already gawked at and Lisa could only expect at this point: the tip of the long rod was placed through one of the links of the many chains hanging from above and then forcefully pushed through Nikoletta's right breast. When it emerged on the other side, another chain link was added before the tip was pushed into the girl's left breast.
Even though the tip was razor sharp, this cost a lot of effort and the man needed to use a few taps of a hammer to get the rod all the way to the other side. Again, a link from a third chain was passed through before the rod was pushed further to have it stick out left and right with equal lengths.
Nikoletta's screams had turned into long, low, guttural moans. She had long closed her eyes and hung limply from her wrists, but never passed out.
The clip continued with the master repeating the procedure on Ashleigh. With no tit meat to speak of, the rod slid through the stretched skin of her torso with relative ease. The man inserted the rod right behind the eight screws through her left breast and pushed it forward through her right breast, also right behind the screws there.
Again there was a transition to a point even further into the session. By now both girls were fitted with three of the insane rods through their vastly different tit meat. All three rods through Nikoletta's screwed tits were linked to chains from above: between her bulging tits but also on the outside on both sides. This was slightly different for Ashleigh, whose rods were only linked to chains on the outside, not between her silly excuses for breasts.
At this time the master was using a rope and pulley system to raise the chains connected to the rods. The camera switched to the initial side view of the room. Slowly but surely, the chains started pulling up, stretching the two girls by the rods through their tits, almost lifting their knees off the platform. Their arms were not connected to the frames anymore, but their elbows and wrists were now cuffed behind their backs using metal handcuffs.
Now the camera switched to the hand-held again, showing some additions to the setup with the belts around the girls' necks. In close view it was clearly visible that the belt around Ashleigh's neck featured several inch-long metal pins on the inside, much like a dog's training collar. The belt was now starting to be tightened around her neck, pressing the pins roughly into her throat and neck. The end of the belt was previously connected to a large metal bucket. Above that bucket was now installed a garden hose from which flowed a steady stream of water, filling the bucket at a fast rate.
Nikoletta was suffering the same fate as shown on another transition back to the initial view. While the buckets filled quickly, he hoisted both girls higher and higher until their knees lost the support of the platform and both of them swung freely in the air, suspended by their abused tits.
The master continued to raise them until they hung at least a foot above the platform. The girls were now close together, their torsos almost brushing against each other, their necks grotesquely pulled back by the ever increasing pull of the heavy buckets.
The video continued for a good twenty more seconds before it faded to black again. Right before it stopped, it showed Nikoletta and Ashleigh, showered and bandaged, delivering one last message for Extreme Dolls.
"We're okay, we're alive!" Ashleigh blabbered with a wide smile on her punctured lips.
"Please consider us for Extreme Dolls, we hope this was good enough. If not, please send us an assignment with points to improve and I promise we will not disappoint," Nikoletta added.
When video player returned to the playlist, Rick turned to Lisa and said: "Well, what do you think?"
"Wow. I can see how that stands out from the rest. Rachel showed me some submission videos before, and they were nowhere near this level."
"Yeah, Rick sighed, "it seems like most of this stuff is either attention whores who think they're pain sluts when they insert a hundred needles in their tits or self-proclaimed little princesses getting fucked from behind with a spiked cock ring.
"You know when you hit the real deal."
"For sure."
"Have Rachel do an intake with them when she gets back, maybe she has some matches in the outstanding session requests that these pain sluts can fulfill."
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Chapter Four: Meeting Anna
At the command of Mistress Maya the three identical girls slipped off their long gowns simultaneously to reveal the extent of the work done on them.
Rachel's jaw dropped as she checked out the bodies of the three girls standing in front of her. Not only did they look similar in their face, the rest of their bodies had been modified in exactly the same way as well.
As she got up from her couch, Rachel asked if she could take a closer look.
"Yes, of course, please inspect them up close," Mistress Maya said.
Rachel was perplexed. The two girls on the left looked identical in every way, like flawless products from a factory. They all stood tall, had porcelain skin and their body parts were chiseled to perfection. The girl on the right, though, was wearing a corset while the other two were completely naked.
"Let me explain to you what their features are," Maya continued. "All of our dolls are molded to one specific size range. They are all between 5'9" and 6'2" tall and between 95 and 105 lbs in weight. We deliver them with a minimum of 2.10 hip to waist ratio, the models you see in front of you have a 15" waist without a corset. Their hips will be at least 31.5". Breast size is always on demand after order, these dolls have been filled to the size of 34 EE."
Rachel stood in front of the girl in the middle and ran her hands up from her pelvis to her narrow waist and then up to her inflated breasts.
"You will have noticed," Maya continued, "that the two samples on the left do not have nipples anymore."
"Yeah, just like real dolls," Rachel said.
"Indeed, like I said before, our end product is as close to a real doll as you will ever get."
Rachel inspected the skin where she'd expected the girl's nipples once had been; it was flawless, without any trace of modification or scar tissue.
"But the nipple removal is far from the only modification we have made. You may have noticed that our dolls wear wigs on their heads and that their perfect eyebrows have been tattooed. This is because their entire bodies have been treated to remove natural hair growth. They are and will always remain as smooth as, well, a doll."
Rachel brushed the palms of her hands over the skin of the girl in the middle.
"That's as far as you can see the modifications from the outside. But there is far more delicate work needed for a perfect doll," Maya continued her product sales pitch.
"As you can see, Anna 3 and Anna 17 here look identical. The method in which they came to be like this, however, differs a lot. Anna 3 has been with us for over 3 years in which she received extreme corset training to tighten her waist before she underwent the additional cosmetic changes. We acquired Anna 17 about six months ago. She has not been trained with corsets. Her transformation has been achieved purely through cosmetic surgery, including the removal of several ribs, which you are free to verify by counting them."
Rachel ran her fingers over the ribcages of the girls in front of her and could clearly feel the difference.
"Anna 10 here with the corset is still in training and is only able to achieve a 15" waist with a corset at the moment. She has not undergone the additional modifications except the hair removal yet. She is the last product of the corset training range that is available for purchase, that's why I brought her along. She will be available and ready within 9 months to a year. Just to be clear: Anna 3 is for demonstration purposes only and not for sale.
"What about the other?" Rachel wanted to know.
"Anna 17 is available and ready. We have five other dolls from her range ready right now. You’ve already met Anna 16 when you entered the suite. And there are about eight more coming in the second quarter of 2016. They are being produced right now."
"What do you mean 'about eight more?" Rachel asked.
"We always anticipate a percentage of loss after quality control. These cosmetic changes are delicate procedures that bear a risk of complications and unwanted scar tissue. Some girls don't fully make it to commercial doll status. Don't worry, though, we have no problem finding proper private use for them."
"Tell me more about their modifications," Rachel said.
"Our dolls all undergo radical hysterectomies. All of their reproductive organs have been removed, including their ovaries. You will notice that they have no vagina to speak of; they just have a tiny hole left to urinate through."
Rachel ran her fingers down between Anna 3's legs to feel nothing but smooth skin until she reached a tiny hole that was not even big enough to push the tip of her pinky finger in.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "Is everything really gone?"
"Yes, we fully remove the labia and clitoris as well to create an almost perfect doll mound. Since there are currently virtually no options for female urethral rerouting without greatly increasing the risks of infection, we need to keep a small hole for the doll to urinate through. It is as tiny as possible, though, since the dolls are effectively in early menopause and there is no need to accommodate a menstruation cycle anymore."
"Fascinating... so there's no option of vaginal sexual intercourse?"
"Not unless you opt for that modification, however, our dolls are extensively trained in oral and anal sexual activities."
"Anything else?"
"That's basically it for our standard issue Anna," Maya replied. "We can sometimes arrange additional modifications if the prospective buyer and the original contract with the doll allow it. We've been able to comply with some extreme requests."
"Such as?"
"It varies. Some clients want a flat chested doll. With or without nipples, custom pierced, tattooed or branded, you name it. You can get their breasts filled with silicone, which is included in the standard price, but you can also opt to have them filled with natural fat tissue harvested from other spots on their bodies. That opens up tons of new piercing options that you won’t have with saline bags.”
“That’s it?”
“Every once in a while we get a request for selective amputation. As long as the doll contract allows it, we can go along with the request, for an additional fee of course. Just recently we delivered Anna 12 with prosthetic eyes after having her eyes removed upon request. Her new owner felt a real doll wasn't complete without glass eyes that she could change whenever she saw fit. We were lucky to have a doll under contract that allowed this custom modification to happen."
"Yeah, so how do those contracts work?"
"They are very elaborate and detailed. You must understand that this is a delicate business, which is far from your ordinary supply and demand scheme. Before we turn our girls into dolls, though, we have them sign a standard contract with a lengthy customization clause. All of our dolls sign their contracts out of their own free will. It is very hard to understand for most people that anyone would undergo this procedure willingly, let alone that all our girls actively crave and desire the life as a doll. It is quite tough to secure this all legally even in supposedly free countries in 2015, but our lawyers are resourceful in finding places where such contracts can be composed without too many obstacles."
"The girls are all of legal age, I assume?"
"They can start corset training earlier of course, Like Anna 10 here did, but for them to sign a contract and start modifications, they have to be over 18, yes. Most of our dolls are between the ages of 19 and 23. We rarely take them on when they are past that age."
"And they all speak English?"
"Yes, even though for all of them it is a second language, we do require our dolls to learn it. Ninety-five percent of our dolls originally come from Russia and former USSR states."
"Excellent. That's a must, since we have only one or two girls at our mansion who speak Russian, and they are not part of the production team."
"So I take it you are satisfied with what you see?"
Rachel sat back down on the couch and turned her face toward Maya.
"Very much so, this is exactly what Lisa is looking for."
"So do you have any additional questions or should we go over the small print?"
Rachel had only a few questions about medical needs for the dolls, but Lisa had tasked her with acquiring two of them with a specialization in stage performance. Maya was already aware of this request and pointed out that Anna 17 and Anna 19 were trained in classical ballet and modern dance. That's why she brought Anna 17 today. Anna 19 could be delivered in two days, since the money in escrow had already been verified.
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Chapter Five: Let’s Get the Party Started.
After a week the party finally started. All preparations were made, the entertainment and in-house performers were there. None had cancelled, much to Mistress Lisa’s delight. She was welcoming her friends and acquaintances to her spacious mansion, where multiple rooms were prepared for her guests and performers.
Central to the whole affair, as always, was the enormous atrium, the central courtyard that connected three hallways and all the connected rooms that were available for the party. All private rooms were either locked or guarded by members of a hired security team. If there was one thing Lisa wanted to prevent, it was unwanted visitors to her private quarters on the third floor. In a recent upgrade of her whole compound, she installed new security systems with biometric scanners at two points of entry. Some people called her paranoid, she herself thought she was just being responsible.
The atrium was also recently modernized. It now spanned all four floors of the building and was fully covered with a glass ceiling. On the ground floor, Lisa kept its Roman theme, complete with columns and statues, but on the first and second floor she created several walkways, balconies and alcoves that offered a magnificent view of the ground floor. Especially at night, this space was beautifully lit and formed a breathtaking atmosphere of light and shadow.
Along the ground and first floors were several rooms and hallways that were open to the many guests of tonight’s party. This was generally not a private event, only part of the evening featured special entertainment behind closed doors for Lisa’s closest friends. Most guests were unaware of this hidden party-in-a-party and they entertained themselves in the many dark rooms and themed rooms downstairs.
All of Lisa’s contracted employees who were not on entertainment duty for the night played the role of servant hostess: Daphne, Lynn, Rachel, Claudia, Petra, Jessica, Aurelie and Sarah were all dressed in the same attire: kinky French rubber maid. It didn’t matter to Lisa what role they generally played in her perverted world, they were all dressed alike tonight. Rick also wandered the premises, but like Lisa he had no specific duties.
Smack in the middle of the atrium was a small rectangular platform on which the entertainment from Fraulein Elsa Frisch was placed. The platform itself was made out of clear hard plastic and could be raised or lowered at will. It was placed on a rotating floor, so that the girls could be viewed from every corner of the room. Several spotlights from high up the walls were directly aimed at them.
The platform was about six feet long and three feet wide. Fraulein Elsa's girls were pressed together on top. Both the experienced bdsm slut Tessa and the new girl Fleur were tied down on the edges of the platform with their legs in a full split position.
Lisa had witnessed the girls' installation onto the platform right before the doors opened for the guests. It had cost quite some effort. They were tied up and prepared by Fraulein Elsa's handler, who arrived late with the two girls, but who worked fast and efficiently.
Lisa had seen the girls do their thing before, but requested some additional modifications for this party. She was delighted to see and hear that both of them actually complied with her request to starve themselves a little for two weeks to get their bodies as lean as possible.
Tessa had been placed on the platform first. She was a pretty German girl in her mid-twenties. Already skinny with plenty of ribs showing before Lisa's starvation request, she was even thinner now than Lisa remembered. She had small breasts that fit her lean and lanky body type. Her face was pretty but harsh; it never looked like she was trying to smile or be nice to anyone. Her medium length raven black hair was put up in a high pony tail.
She was made to squat over one of two thick and curved wooden dildos of about 10 inches in length that were installed on the platform. She slowly fucked her pussy onto it after the handler liberally lubricated it. When she was impaled on top of it, she spread her legs wide to the sides into an uncomfortable full split position, effectively making the full wooden dildo, which was almost as thick as a baseball bat, disappear inside of her.
Her legs were tied down to the edge of the platform with about six leather straps each. Being tightly strapped down on the impaling curved dildo forced her body to lean slightly forward. In this position, her asshole was exposed and fully available for anyone behind her.
When Tessa was in position, Lisa watched on as Fleur was installed on the opposite side, facing the other girl. 'Facing' was aptly used here. The width of the platform was barely enough to accommodate both girls in their curved forward position. Their torsos and heads would eventually touch when everything was put into place.
Lisa watched as Fleur undressed and mounted her side of the platform. Everything was perfect about her. The young Dutch woman had an unbelievable pretty supermodel face with big blue eyes and wide lips, long curly hair that used to be bright blonde but was dyed dark brown now, protruding collar bones above her remarkable chest, which featured perfectly symmetrical full and round breasts, completely out of proportion with her super tiny waist and slender abdomen. Her breasts were tied tightly in rope bondage before she climbed on top of the platform. She had no real buttocks or thighs to speak of, but her long legs were toned and seemed to go on for miles. She was every bit as stunning as Lisa remembered and she felt accomplished that she'd been able to procure this girl as entertainment for tonight.
When both girls were impaled and strapped down to the platform, their handler fitted them with tight fitting leather hoods that covered most of their faces, but allowed for their long pony tails to be pulled out. The hoods closed around the girls' necks but left their noses and mouths free and uncovered.
They were almost leaning against each other. It was not necessary yet, but the longer they'd be in this position, especially with their hands and elbows tied together behind their backs later on, the more they'd collapse onto each other. To prevent them from falling and simply because it made for a great visual detail, the handler connected the girls together in specific areas per Lisa's request. He pierced the base of their nipples with a very heavy gauge ring with a diameter of about 1.5 inches. Heavy gauge was an understatement, this ring was much thicker than 00 gauge. The man first pierced Tessa and then Fleur and joined them by their freshly pierced nipples with the single ring.
But that was not all. Their tongues received exactly the same treatment and were joined as far to their tips as possible with an equally thick ring. The girls were now in a perpetual French kiss, strapped down and impaled on the small platform.
The handler was almost done. There were two more things to take care of with the girls and then he just had to place the needed guest supplies on the platform.
It was not like either Fleur or Tessa were going anywhere anytime soon, but for dramatic effect and again at Lisa's specific request, both girls' labia were nailed down to the base of the dildos they were impaled on. The handler used short but thick nails with large heads, so that they could clearly be seen holding the girls down on their phalluses. Both girls took the nailing well. The piercing of their tongues had caused them considerably more discomfort, so it seemed.
Next to be put up on the platform was a metal telescopic rod with a large ring at the top. On top of the ring was welded 'Glory Hole'. The rod was bolted to the platform and extended to just the right length where the ring sat at the height of Tessa and Fleur's joined mouths.
The handler tightly tied both Tessa's and Fleur's elbows and wrists together behind their backs before covering them in single sleeves that he laced shut. Their arms were folded upward at their elbows, so that the tips of the single sleeves could be pulled up toward their necks, where they were secured with a wide leather collar. The position was now extremely uncomfortable, but it would soon get more intense. It was now 8:47 PM and in thirteen minutes more than a hundred kinky and horny guests would be let loose on the girls for at least six hours.
The last thing to be installed was a small plastic sign with instructions for tonight's guests. The signs were hung from the same ring on the back of their collars that also held up the single sleeve containing their arms, to make sure each and every one of those guests knew what Tessa and Fleur were here for:
"Anal and oral slave girls for your pleasure. Use at will. Condoms available. Please pin to used body with safety pin after use. Enjoying without condom? Please mark your use by inserting provided needle into breast of used body."
Lisa planned to check back as often as she could and no-one except her knew that she’d pointed a video camera on her third floor quarters straight at the two girls. It would record a good view of the both of them, but obviously had Fleur as the focal point.
Another area that was videotaped, albeit not so secretly, was a small podium at the far end of the atrium, near the entrance. When Lisa walked over, Mistress Rachel was leading Anna 17 and Anna 19, now named Elisaveta and Kseniya respectively, onto the podium through a swing door in the fence at the back. Along the whole front of the podium hung a black banner with white letters advertising Lisa’s EXTREMEDOLLS website. The podium was about four feet off the floor, with a little stair case at the back leading up to it. All around, it had a little glass fence with a metal rail. It was all just low enough for guests to get a great view of the girls on top, but high enough to prevent them from touching. It was here that Lisa would display her newest highly expensive investment in real life dolls with a dance and tease show from the girls.
Both of them were completely naked except for their long hot pink latex boots with stiletto heels and matching elbow gloves. As such, Lisa’s party guests would see very quickly that these were no ordinary girls. Not only did they look like carbon copies, they had very clear doll features. Most noticeable were of course the absence of their nipples, vaginas and body hair.
Both girls were fitted with the same 34EE breasts, which contrasted sharply with their 15 inch doll waists. The skin of their breasts was as perfect as the rest of their bodies, showing no signs of scars, injuries or even veins or other irregularities. Where their vaginas were expected to be, the skin was equally smooth. Only a very small hole, now plugged with a small diamond-studded plug much like a tiny butt plug, was visible to the inquisitive eye.
The girls obviously wore the same pink wigs that matched their boots, gloves and makeup. Only a handful of people could tell the two dolls apart, most of whom still had to look inside their mouths where a small ‘A17’ was tattooed inside Elisaveta’s lower lip and ‘A19’ on Kseniya’s.
Given the fact that they had only arrived at Lisa’s mansion a few days prior to their first public performance, it was kind of a small miracle that they had managed to throw a little routine together for the night. It consisted partly of dancing around and displaying their bodies on the black stage and partly of all kinds of anal acrobatics, their specialty. Every twenty minutes or so, one of them would take position on top of a small white leather sofa and get her ass stuffed with all kinds of things: dildos, baseballs and bats, vegetables, fists, arms and even actual Barbie dolls were on the menu. It would definitely be worth filming and it would surely attract a crowd.
Together with Tessa and Fleur, these dolls would provide the entertainment for the guests in the main room. But Lisa’s party had more to offer to the regular visitors. Spread over various rooms and corridors, she had several replicas of medieval torture devices set up for actual use during the night. She was an avid collector of the genuine thing, but hardly ever used the original centuries-old devices that she owned. Instead, she had many of them replicated by a dear friend in Italy, who specialized in them.
Tonight, the famous Judas Cradle and St. Andrews Cross made three appearances. Also present were the Catherine Wheel and the Chair of Torture lined with hundreds of spikes ranging from blunt to razor sharp. Also available: the Rack, complete with chains and turning wheels. Some of these devices were the central focal point of a themed room, like an actual Iron Maiden that was hooked up to one of several donation / incentive systems that Lisa loved to use at her parties. Guests could insert money into a machine that displayed the total amount entered so far. If anyone dared to mount or enter the implement of torture, it would dispense half of that amount as a reward. This way, exciting and memorable things were bound to happen at some point, without them having to cost Lisa a single cent. As the night progressed and some people fell more and more under the influence of all kinds of possible intoxication, chances of this happening only rose. And any rewards not dispensed would of course be collected by Lisa and her associates.
In addition to the medieval tools, there were of course many well-stocked play rooms, catered to a wide range of fetishes from fairly mainstream fetish and bdsm to the utterly and deviously depraved. The latest to be finished and about to be inaugurated at this party was the ‘Concrete Room’, a spacious stark and bare space with little to no decorations. It featured bright flood lights that cast sharp shadows. Every inch of the walls, floor and ceiling was concrete or steel. The floor was tapered at several points, with the floors angling slightly down toward metal grates. There was little furniture and whatever was there, was crude, sharp and unforgiving. Chains and shackles hung from the ceiling and from the walls and on one side of the room was a frame with various instruments of torture. Lisa had it built with only one goal in mind: a place where people with a penchant for the uncomfortable and cruel could shed as much blood as they wanted without worrying about staining any furniture or equipment. This room could easily be cleaned by hosing it down.
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Chapter Six: Prologue to the Freak Show
The theatre filled up quickly. With fifteen seats, it only offered space to Lisa’s closest friends. She had invited a few more, anticipating the reality that not everyone who was invited would be able to make it to the party tonight. Any empty seats, however, could quickly be filled with people from downstairs. Her right-hand woman Rachel was overseeing the party there, which had been in full swing for a while now.
Already seated in the back row was Lisa’s longtime friend and former mentor Meister Hans from Germany, who brought one of his few female slaves. He was dressed fashionably in a suit and tie, as always. The girl was completely naked except for a collar and leash and she was standing behind his chair.
There were four seats in the front row. Three of them were already occupied by women. In the middle was Lady Victoria, another good friend of Lisa’s and no stranger to throwing extreme house parties herself. She was a wicked mistress who expected to be entertained tonight. She brought two of her most promising sadistic apprentices who had never seen a show like this. Victoria was hoping the show would be enlightening for them.
Other notable guests were Madame Sandrine from Marseille, who was here to see her slave girl Alyssa perform in the second act; and of course Master Istvan from Budapest, who brought his wife Eszter and his daughter Krzstina.
As much as this was an intimate party with Lisa’s best friends, these gatherings and shows always carried an undertone of healthy competition. There were about three or four of these nights a year where almost the same group of people came together to enjoy what they referred to as ‘a showcase of extreme physical performance art’. And of course they always tried to outdo each other with more deviant performers and more extreme physical stimulation on stage.
When everyone was present, the lights dimmed in the seating area. Mistress Lisa appeared on stage to welcome her special guests and to introduce the first act of the night.
“My dear friends,” she started, “it is my great pleasure to welcome you all to my private performance theatre. Tonight I hope to offer you some truly unique and inspiring entertainment. I have handpicked three acts for you to enjoy. Three acts in which you will see the pinnacle of physical female performance art.”
She paused for a second and looked around the room as if she could see the faces of the crowd that was gathered there.
“Tonight is about girl power. All women on stage tonight are fully committed to their art. They will suffer in front of you, they will bleed in front you, but they won’t suffer and bleed FOR you. Whatever you will see is something that they themselves choose to share with you. It takes real courage to go out there and commit to your art in the way you’re about to see. The famous Lord Byron once said ‘The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.’ I would like to rephrase that slightly: The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, especially in pain. Enjoy the show!”
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Chapter Seven: Tiny Freaks
It was almost time for the first act of the night to hit the stage. Lesya and Nikolai, better known as the performance duo ‘Tiny Freaks’, were waiting for Mistress Lisa to finish up her welcome speech to the theatre’s select audience.
At 21, Lesya was about half the age of Nikolai, who was about to celebrate his 39th birthday in a few weeks. She wore a very tight black leather corset and stood on ridiculously high heeled lace-up boots that laced all the way up to her thighs. While she was almost half his age, she was towering over him, with the high heels pushing her already long-limbed body even higher in the air. That was not to say she was a big woman at all. Quite the opposite: she was small, delicate and child-like in all her features. She had long blonde hair in pigtails, a small nose, full red lips and the biggest blue eyes that had ever been seen in Lisa’s mansion. Her hands and feet were tiny, making her limbs appear even leaner than they already were. And then of course there was her waist. It was smaller than what you’d call tiny, enhanced by surgery and corset training.
Anyone who didn’t know who she was, looked twice and whispered to their friends, worried that some young teenager got lost and ended up in this house of depravity; or that one of the performing artists or guests forgot to drop their daughter off at a friend’s house.
But Lesya was anything but the innocent image she tried so hard to portray with her looks. She’d been doing the nastiest bdsm performances for quite some time now, starting out long before she teamed up with Nikolai and formed ‘Tiny Freaks’ with him six months ago. The transition from obscure private play parties to very public online porn production had taken its toll on her, though. As their videos started circulating online, she’d received quite severe criticism for her looks, mostly from what she’d refer to as ‘jealous bitches’. But she knew perfectly well that what she was doing crossed a line in the minds of many people, even veterans of the darkest fetish scenes. Dealing with the constant lashing, not to mention the stares, mean looks and explanations was tough, but she was determined to continue on the path she’d taken. If anything, the never ending controversy fueled her fire even more to take her performance art to its limits.
And that was exactly why Lisa booked the Russian duo for tonight’s party celebrating Extreme Toyland and Extreme Dolls. Lisa thrived on controversy and had experienced her share of criticism for her personal fetish for extremely skinny and skeletal slave girls, two of which would be tonight’s show headliners.
Next to Lesya stood Nikolai, who was considerably shorter than his female co-star. He had a medical condition referred to as disproportionate dwarfism. At 4’7”, his body appeared very small though in normal proportion to anyone who saw him pass in the street, but his particular disproportionality had freaked out or intrigued every woman he’d been intimate with. He was almost literally hung like a horse, with a massive cock that measured over a foot in length when fully erect. Unlike most people with a form of dwarfism, Nikolai was very muscular. He had the body shape of a pro wrestler, only on a smaller scale. His face was rugged and square, framed by short black hair and a trimmed beard.
For tonight’s performance, which would just be a teaser for a longer session that they planned for the Extreme Dolls website, he wore simple black leather pants and black shoes. His torso was shirtless and in one hand he held a toolbox and in the other a bullwhip. As Lisa finished up her welcome speech, he exchanged some last words with his partner.
The duo had risen to infamy in the fetish community almost overnight. With Lesya, Nikolai knew he had something special albeit controversial on his hands. Due to his condition, he’d already dabbled in the amateur porn industry, starring in a handful of scenes a decade ago. But he never really committed to it until now. Partly because he was too busy with his body building career and partly because his interest wasn’t in the vanilla porn he was booked for. But with Lesya he’d found his match and together they started exploring a depraved world filled with heavy sadomasochism.
Over the past six months they had put out new videos and picture sets every week, through their own members-only website. That material made its way onto Lisa’s laptop and one video in particular had prompted the mistress to contact the duo with a business proposal they accepted. Part of that deal was this teaser performance tonight.
The lights on stage went down to a dimmed green glow and Lisa walked past the duo as Led Zeppelin’s ‘Good times, bad times’ started blaring through the speakers and the audience started clapping. In passing, she wished them luck on their performance. Lesya and Nikolai slowly made their way to the middle of the stage, where some very basic furniture was already set up for them. As they made their way onto the stage, the applause dimmed and a dead silence came over the audience. The music was still playing loud as ever from the speakers.
There was some whispering in the audience as the tiny young woman took her position and the small but muscular man stepped next to her. Most people in the audience were unfamiliar with them and even though they expected Lisa to expand their horizons with every new party she threw, this one appeared to be another highly controversial one. With the front row close to the stage, this audience would certainly get a good look at tonight’s performances.
As always, the roles in this duo’s performance were very clear from the start, with Lesya assuming her submissive position, bent over with her legs spread wide and her ass pushed out towards the audience. Scars and old bruises from previous sessions were still clearly visible on her skin. Nikolai put down his tool box next to her and slapped her right ass cheek so hard that she shrieked.
The two of them didn’t speak a word—not to the audience and not to each other. Lesya stood there, exposing her hairless pierced pussy and tight round ass to the onlookers by grabbing her butt cheeks and pulling them apart. Nikolai took the handle of his bullwhip and rubbed it up and down between Lesya’s butt cheeks, pressing it against her sphincter and tapping it harder and harder until he smacked it down with a lot of force.
She shrieked again and let go of her butt cheeks. She put her hands behind her back and waited for Nikolai to start her warmup. He didn’t bring the bullwhip to just rub its handle on her ass, of course, and a harsh whipping was always the start of their play.
He quickly found a position at the very front of the stage from which he could hit her ass and upper thighs perfectly with enough room to swing his single tail. And swing it he did. There was certainly no slow build-up to this play as his first hit broke her skin and left a very visible stripe on her tiny butt.
“One” she counted out loud in Russian as she trembled on her high heels. And in the next minute or two she reached the count of ten as Nikolai spread his lashes masterfully over her butt cheeks and upper thighs, right above her high heel laced boots.
With her ass bruised and bleeding, Lesya stood, still trembling, in the middle of the stage. Nikolai put down his whip and walked over to the girl and his toolbox.
“Open your ass” he barked at her, after which her hands found their way to her now bleeding butt cheeks again and she exposed her asshole once more.
As Nikolai prepared some furniture for the next part of the show, Lesya ran her right hand over her bleeding skin from the top of her boots to her lower back and rubbed the blood she collected over her sphincter. Within seconds her fingers started sliding in and out of her ass. First two, then three and she seemed to totally skip four and just slide her whole hand in up to her wrist.
It was an intense and disturbing scene to watch, especially for the audience, most of whom had no clue who the performers were and where Lisa had dug them up. But the fisting was over as quickly as it started. It seemed like a small hint, a prelude to things to come.
Nikolai installed some furniture next to Lesya. It consisted of platform on wheels that he placed right next to her before locking the wheels in place. The platform was a square of about two by two feet, with a metal pole on the back side. The metal pole didn’t run straight up vertically, but curved slightly backward.
Lesya turned around to face the audience and stepped on the platform, placing her high heels on two wooden cubes to the left and right side of the platform. The cubes were about 6 inches high and wide and they provided just enough space for her to place her boots and keep her balance.
Nikolai fitted wide leather ankle cuffs around her boots, after which Lesya placed her hands behind her neck and pushed her chest up and out. It was now that the audience really got a good view of her tiny frame, ridiculously small corseted waist and small, delicate features.
The girl looked at the black hole that was the audience with the confidence of a seasoned rock star. Her big blue eyes scanned slowly from left to right and back, staring into the black. She figured that her gaze must have met the eyes of at least a few people there, and she was right. Even to the most experienced guests in the audience, this one was quite harrowing to watch.
While Lesya deliberately freaked out her audience, Nikolai busied himself with the technical side of things. He produced a metal bar that was quite long. In the middle of it was a wide collar, which went around Lesya’s neck first. It went fairly easy. One side of the collar went around the back of her neck while a separate front part was secured with bolts and wing nuts. Lesya held the bar up with her hands until Nikolai clicked her wrist cuffs to the far ends of the bar. He helped the girl arch back a little against the pole behind her.
It was the start of an uncomfortable position, in which Lesya stood in her high heels on the two wooden blocks, her chest pushed forward and up by the arch in her back. Her neck collared with a three inch wide metal collar, which pushed her head even further back. Wrist cuffs prevented her from moving her arms, which were stretched wide along the bar connected to her collar. It was quite hard for her to keep her balance like this.
But that was just the beginning. With Lesya’s throat and wrists secured and her tiny body grotesquely on display for the audience, Nikolai took the whole session another step further. He started fiddling with the straps and lace work on the front of Lesya’s corset, opening it inch by inch.
The people in the theatre watched in silence and awe as he slowly stripped away the only real piece of clothing covering her chest and abdomen, revealing how tiny Lesya’s waist really was. She was now completely naked, except for her thigh-high stiletto heels, exposed and on display for Lisa’s audience.
Nikolai reached up and squeezed her hard nipples and rubbed the palms of his hands slowly down her flat chest and toned belly down to her bald pussy. He made it a point to trace his index finger down between her pussy lips, emphasizing what the spectators in the front row already knew: that her pussy had been completely sealed shut with about five or six thick barbells. He hooked his finger behind one bar after another and pulled them out, stretching her labia forward and down. Then he picked something up that was on the platform that she was standing on.
It must have been unclear to the audience at first what it was exactly that he held up for them to see. It was something that he cupped his hands around at first and that he held above his head like a trophy. Upon further inspection it turned out to be an elliptical shaped metal ring. It was so small that his index fingers and thumbs could fit around it when he took it between his hands.
The device came apart in two pieces and Nikolai installed the first half with some bolts and wing nuts to the metal pole that ran behind Lesya’s back. He aligned it perfectly with the smallest part of her waist before locking it in place. The second half was reconnected to the first from Lesya’s front, basically trapping her tiny waist in the metal ellipse.
It was unbelievable to watch, but it actually fit. Lesya was now bolted to the metal pole by her minuscule waist, which was apparently small enough for Nikolai to reach around with his thumbs and index fingers touching. She was still struggling to keep her balance with the metal pole connected to her collar, but managed to stay on the blocks she was standing on, for now. Apparently Nikolai was not done with her yet. As a finishing touch of sorts he placed a spreader bar between Lesya’s ankles, forcing her legs to stay as wide apart as they were on the blocks.
That seemed to be it as far as the frame and bondage went at the moment. Nikolai picked up his bullwhip again and stepped back to the position he took when they first started their little show.
It didn’t take him long to find his swing again and when the first lash of the whip cracked down hard on Lesya’s chest, it left an instant mark under her left nipple. She grunted and trembled, struggling to keep her position, but started her count again. The second hit seemed to be even harder, sending her into a long, wailing moan as a long stripe colored purple across her flat chest, right under her areoles.
Nikolai didn’t give her any time to compose herself or catch her breath. He carefully aimed his next swing to hit approximately the same spot as the last. In his excitement about this show for a live audience, he really sped up the pace compared to what the two of them were used to. His hit wasn’t far off, though. The third strike seemed to cross the second, with part of the newly created stripe running below Lesya’s left areole, and going up to cross her right nipple directly.
Even though Lesya had quite some experience with harsh chest whippings, she lost her balance with this third lash of the whip and her left foot slipped from the block she was standing on. She shrieked and bucked forward and as she lost the footing on the left side, her other foot also slipped from the block she was standing on.
Now those blocks weren’t secured to the platform. And this was done on purpose. Both Nikolai and Lesya knew this was bound to happen at some point, but truth be told, in his excitement Nikolai hit his partner much harder than he usually did at the start of their ten lashings.
Lesya fell down and was only held up by the tight metal frame around her tiny waist. It took her quite some effort to bring her torso up again, but she managed to do it, even though she had no support from her legs anymore.
Nikolai stopped for a moment and walked over to Lesya to make sure he could continue. After a brief pause in which the two did little more than make eye contact, he returned to his position to resume the punishment he started.
Over the next few minutes, Lesya endured seven more lashes from the bullwhip, all of them targeting her upper chest and all of them leaving very visible marks and welts. Nikolai had to stop a few times for her to pick herself up and resume the position in which she pushed her chest up and out to receive the whip. He made her count all ten strokes and when he was done, her skin was broken in several places and she hung limp and crying from the metal frame around her waist.
With her head and hands hanging down low, it was not too hard for Nikolai to uncuff Lesya’s wrists and to unscrew the bolts on her collar harness. When he was done with that part of the setup, he placed the two blocks back where they were previously installed an helped the girl place her high heeled feet back on the support after removing the spreader bar between her ankles. The last thing to be gone again was the frame around her waist.
When Lesya was once again free of her bondage, Nikolai helped her step down from the platform and onto the stage. He gave her something and took the brakes off the wheels of the platform and pushed it to the far side of the stage where it was out of the way for the next and sadly last part of this teaser performance.
He returned to Lesya after a short detour to the back of the stage, pulling another piece of furniture on wheels to the front by a long metal chain that was connected to it. When it was exactly where he wanted it, he locked its wheels into place. Lesya was almost done putting on her hood, because that was what Nikolai had given her. It was a thick leather hood that covered most of her head and neck, but left her nose and mouth free.
The audience looked on in silence. There was quite some tension in the room. What Nikolai just wheeled to the front of the stage seemed to be nothing less than a bed of nails. But these weren’t big, thick nails like you would see on your typical Fakir’s bed of nails. These were actually thin and sharp as a razor, more like neatly aligned meat skewers. The only good thing about the whole surface was that there were so many pins, that any weight that would be placed upon it, would be distributed more evenly over all of them. But then again, no-one was sure that was actually a good thing. To top it off, not just the top was covered in the sharp spikes, also the sides were fully decorated with the same pins sticking out. The only other things that seemed to be connected to the sides were two wide leather straps. There also seemed to be handle bars at the bottom of the opposing sides.
The duo didn’t wait long to demonstrate their torture furniture to the audience. Lesya first sat her small ass down on the right side of the bed of nails and then lay down with her head hanging off the other side, the back part of her neck protected by the thick leather hood.
Nikolai demonstrated what the straps were for and showed the audience that they worked like a belt that could be tightened against the surface of the furniture. While Lesya’s body weight was barely enough to make her body press against the spikes on top of the surface, Nikolai pulled the belt so tight around her waist that the audience could see some of the spikes sink into her skin, but she didn’t make a sound.
With the slave girl securely tied against the block, he walked over to where her hooded head was hanging off the side of the furniture. He clipped alligator clamps on her nipples and pulled on the chain that connected them.
This was the cue for Lesya to move her arms. She reached for Nikolai, who was standing close to her. Her hands quickly found his waist and she wasted no time opening his belt buckle and unbuttoning and unzipping his leather pants.
With one hand, Nikolai helped his slave girl pull his pants down a little, revealing his already impressive semi-erect cock.
Lesya started stroking him off immediately and it didn’t take long for his cock to grow even more in size. Even before it got really hard, Lesya opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his swelling cock head.
There was no way his enormous and growing cock was going to fit in her tiny mouth. No way. That’s what everyone in the audience was thinking as his penis went from semi-erect to rock hard while Lesya stroked and sucked it.
But even though his cock head grew considerably, it seemed like tiny Lesya was going to prove them all wrong. As he pulled harder on her nipple clamps, stretching her nipples away from her chest, she actually opened her mouth wide enough for him to slide his cock head fully between her jaws.
Granted, it was probably really impossible for her to take his long and thick shaft all the way down her throat, but for now the first part of his cock was in her mouth and Nikolai was starting to take full control.
As Lesya lowered her arms again, he slowly started fucking her head, with one hand manipulating the chain on her nipple clamps and the other wrapped around her throat, keeping her head exactly where he wanted it.
The gentle start didn’t last long. After a few moments of aligning his rock hard cock with her mouth and throat, he started to pull back and thrust forward with quite some force, slamming his cock head into the back of her mouth.
He never fully pulled out, keeping his cock head behind her front teeth, but started a rough fucking motion that quickly made her gag and cough. He didn’t give her any chance to catch her breath, though, and after a few thrusts that already looked quite forceful in the beginning, he let go of the nipple clamps and pressed both his hands around Lesya’s neck and forced his cock down her throat with considerably more force. The girl stiffened her arms and legs, but it was to no avail. All she did was press herself down on the spikes.
After three or four hard and deep strokes almost half his cock disappeared in Lesya’s mouth and down her throat. He kept it pressed in and massaged his cock head through her throat for a few moments, long enough for everyone in the audience to know exactly what he was doing. He kept going, even though her hands were smashing and trashing against him, before he pulled all the way out again.
Lesya gasped for air and coughed and a thick string of mucus and spit hung from his cock head to her lips. Her head had turned a very dark shade of red.
“More?” Nikolai wanted to know.
But there was no immediate answer from his partner, who was still trying to catch her breath.
“More, slut?” he asked again.
“Yessss” Lesya hissed.
“Beg for it, slut!”
“Yes, please more, please!” Lesya managed to get out between coughs and catching her breath.
She didn’t have to wait long for him to give her exactly what she begged for. Within moments, his hands were on her throat once more and he started pushing his cock head between her jaws again. As before, her hands instinctively reacted by trying to push him away as he started slamming his cock in the back of her throat again.
They continued this dance for a few minutes, increasing the time he kept his cock pushed deep into her throat, but never managing to push it actually further in than he did on the first round. Eventually he pulled out slowly and let her suck off all the strands of saliva and mucus that they had produced.
After a minute or so of catching her breath and sucking off his rock hard cock, Lesya pulled Nikolai closer again by his cock, guiding his cock head into her mouth and to the back of her throat again. If she wasn’t secured to the spiked surface, she would surely have pressed herself down on his cock, but now she depended on him to catch on and continue the assault of her throat. This wasn’t what they agreed to for this teaser performance, but Lesya proceeded to run her hands down his body until she found his pants and started pulling his belt out of his pants when she got her little hands on the buckle.
Nikolai hesitated, but just for a second. Even though this wasn’t planned for tonight’s teaser, he knew exactly what Lesya was doing. And if she really wanted it, he’d give it to her right now. He waited a few seconds for her to pull his leather belt all the way out of his pants. When she offered it to him, he grabbed it immediately and smacked it down hard on her exposed pussy between her parted legs.
Lesya trembled and started squirming on the spiked surface, even though she was tightly strapped down. Nikolai raised the belt again, holding it on the buckle’s side and he smacked it down once more between her legs. She wailed out loud after the leather belt hit her again, but tried to keep her movement at a minimum. After two more hard strokes aimed directly at her pierced cunt, Nikolai pulled the belt in again and handed it to Lesya, who took it in her hands.
She opened her mouth wide again, which was his signal to guide his cock back in. It seemed like he was able to push it right into her throat again as far as he did previously, about six or seven inches, without too much effort this time. He kept it there for a good twenty seconds while she fiddled with the belt before he pulled his cock head back into her mouth and let her gasp for air.
She coughed and wheezed when he did, but as soon as her breathing normalized, Lesya quickly wrapped the leather belt around her own neck, pulled the opposing end tight through the buckle and held it up with her left arm for Nikolai to grab.
He took the belt from her and immediately tightened it through the buckle like a noose around her neck, pulling the end of the strap down and holding it there for a few moments, showing the audience that the noose completely cut off her air supply and that this was quite some serious breath play.
How serious this play was, was immediately evident when he loosened his pull on the belt. Instead of letting Lesya catch her breath, he immediately rammed his cock down her throat again and started fucking her throat once again. But this time it was different, and it was quickly apparent to the audience. Several members of the audience got up from their seat to make sure that what they thought happened, was really happening.
Slowly but surely with every thrust, Nikolai’s rock hard cock rammed further down Lesya’s throat. She just lay limp like a ragdoll on the bed of skewers, like a lifeless long-limbed nymphet, relentlessly assaulted by the dwarf brute. And he kept thrusting deep and hard, seemingly waking her up again, until finally his balls slapped against her small nose and she trashed her arms around like a madwoman. Then he pulled himself all the way out again and let her cough and gasp for air.
This was brutal. Lesya was repeatedly pushed to the brink of suffocation, and it was quite clear to everyone in the room that the kinky slut not only enjoyed every moment of it, she was obviously encouraging her partner to continue and increase the intensity by asking for more in between her coughs and gasps for air.
Lesya grabbed his cock and pulled him closer, placing his balls on her hooded face and pressing his ridiculously long shaft down on her throat, showing everyone how deep his cock went down her throat. Even though everyone in the room just witnessed that his whole cock had gone all the way in, all thirteen inches of it, it was tough to believe when the massive thick cock was laying on her throat and chest.
Just to prove the point, the duo geared up for another round and Nikolai backed up again and placed his cock head in Lesya’s mouth. This feat alone was impressive. His cock head was thick –its size between a large kiwi and a tennis ball – and the fact that they could get it in Lesya’s tiny mouth was surprising every time they did it. Somehow she was able to open her jaws in such a way that allowed her to accommodate him.
The two of them communicated nonverbally and Lesya nodded to Nikolai that she was ready for the final part of this position. He shifted his position a little and with three or four quick thrusts, he had his cock almost all the way down her throat again. Lesya let her arms hang back again as he started to increase the intensity of his thrusts. Before long, he was really brutally skullfucking her again with his thick and long cock sliding a little back and then all the way to the hilt, with his balls slamming against her face.
He kept fucking her deep and hard for over half a minute before he grabbed the belt again and tightened it around her neck. This time, though, he held his cock pressed deep down her throat, tightened the belt and tied it to the handle bar of the bed of nails that Lesya was strapped to. When he had both his hands free, he started pulling on the chain between the alligator clamps that were still clipped on her nipples.
Lesya started trashing her arms around again and slammed her fists into his abdomen. Nikolai was clearly not impressed by her display of panic and slowly moved his hand up, stretching the girl’s nipples away from her flat chest with the clamps and chain until the clamps ripped off. Then he swiftly pulled back out of her throat.
The girl coughed and gasped for air. This had definitely been the roughest he’d slammed his crotch in her face and the longest he had kept his cock down her throat and she was on the brink of passing out.
She was close to ruined, with long strands of mucus and saliva running from her lips and covering her dark red face. Slowly but surely she managed to catch her breath. Apparently her nose was bleeding and while she was able to wipe away most of the stuff covering her face, the blood kept running out of her nose.
Nikolai loosened the belt around her neck and untied it from the handle, but he kept it in place for now. He took a couple of steps forward next to the spiked bed and then loosened the belt around her waist. Lesya was a little disoriented, but with his help she managed to first sit up and then stand up, revealing the many puncture wounds on her ass, lower back and shoulders, most of them so deep that they bled, some of them as much as her nose.
It was finally apparent to the audience why Lisa had hired this act: her reputation as a haematophiliac was well-known and this seemed to be right up her alley. But there wasn’t much time to admire the patterns on her skin, as Lesya knelt down on the other side of the furniture and Nikolai pressed her down hard against it after he took his place behind her, both of them totally disregarding her bleeding nose and the blood that dripped down from her face.
Lesya was now on her knees with her thighs pressed against the spikes on the side of the furniture. Protected by her thigh high boots, her skin didn’t receive many puncture wounds there, but that wasn’t the case with her abdomen and chest. The belt went around her waist again, pressing her body tightly against the spiked surface. Even though her head was protected by the thick leather hood, her breasts were not and Nikolai made sure that she felt every one of the pins that she was laying on.
He made sure he turned her head to face the audience and even though she couldn’t see anything and no one in the audience could see her eyes, the image of what they were trying to portray was so much more powerful this way.
Nikolai grabbed her arms, bent them behind her back and held them in place with one hand as he guided his rock hard cock between her ass cheeks with his other. Then he rammed forward, burying the full length of his foot long cock deep in Lesya’s ass within three or for hard thrusts.
Lesya moaned. She hung limp over the furniture and let Nikolai use her like a ragdoll. He let go of her wrists and commanded her to use her hands to spread her ass wide. Even though she wasn’t immediately able to comply, she did eventually manage to place her hands on her ass cheeks and pull them somewhat to the side while Nikolai amped up the brutality with which he rammed his cock into her ass.
While he fucked her deep and hard, Lesya’s moans and groans turned into wails and sobs as the minutes passed by. Nikolai alternated between pulling the belt around her neck and wrapping his hands around her waist to repeatedly show the audience that he could touch his fingers and thumbs simultaneously, all the while pulling her up as far as the belt would let him and then pressing her down on top of the spiked surface. His hands were wet with the blood that had seeped from the wounds on her back, but that was still child’s play compared to what was currently happening to her chest and abdomen.
It was obvious that the many sharp spikes punctured her skin everywhere from her throat to her thighs, with blood trickling out of the many tiny stab wounds. Even though Lesya herself still held her body as limp as a ragdoll, without putting up any kind of struggle, Nikolai’s rough thrusts and pushes were enough to create a bloody mess.
There was no sign that he had cummed while ramming her ass, but all of a sudden Nikolai slowed down his assault on his tiny partner and pulled his engorged and throbbing cock fully out of her gaping asshole.
With a swift move he unbuckled the belt that held Lesya in place and pulled her body off of the torture furniture. She was understandably disoriented, but within seconds she assumed a kneeling position in the middle of the stage. Even with her leather hood still in place, she quickly found his hard cock with her hands after he stepped next to her and she wrapped her mouth around his cock head again.
Lesya was bleeding quite heavily from the puncture wounds that were now very visible for the audience. Blood was running from her lower throat and collar bones down her small breasts and further over her abdomen and down to her crotch. Regardless, her focus was fully on fellatio.
Nikolai used his hands to undo the belt and the leather hood from Lesya’s head while she kept sucking on his rock hard cock and started stroking his long shaft. It didn’t take long before her blonde locks were visible again and she looked around the room with her big eyes once more. Using Lesya’s pigtails as handles, Nikolai pulled her head down while she sucked his cock head and masturbated him until he finally came and shot a big load of cum in her mouth.
It was still very unsettling and disturbing for the audience to watch: the young woman with such delicate and child-like features being brutally used by the dwarf man with a monster cock. If that scene wasn’t visually extreme enough by itself, there was all the blood to push it over the edge. Lesya added even more fuel to the proverbial fire by not just swallowing his load of cum, but she slowly pushed it out of her mouth, letting her saliva mixed with cum dribble from her mouth down on her chest, where it mixed with the dried, coagulated and fresh running blood.
She then used her hands to rub the mixture of fluids over her small breasts and abdomen while he pushed his cock head in her mouth again to have her clean him off as best she could. Then the lights slowly dimmed on stage until the room was totally dark.
These were the last moment of a teaser show that was controversial, grotesque, disturbing and brutal at the same time. It had been exactly what Lisa wanted for the opening act of the night. But it took the audience a few moments before they snapped back into reality and started their round of applause. When the lights slowly came back on over the stage, the ‘Tiny Freaks’ were gone.
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Chapter Eight: The Pain Stallion
After the short but intense opening act, Lisa stepped on stage again to announce the next performers of the evening. Stage hands busied themselves behind her with the required décor and set props.
“Now next up are some girls with a real appetite for extreme insertions. We’ve filmed this session just a week ago and that video will be available on the Extreme Dolls website very soon. But since its big star Alyssa is still available for us tonight, we thought it’d be a nice preview and unique opportunity for you as a live audience to enjoy this.”
“Be prepared for extreme and bizarre from these girls. This is not the edited fakery that you all have seen countless times online. This is real and raw and happening right in front of your face. Please welcome Mistress Jane with her pain stallion and slave girl Alyssa!”
Applause erupted in the audience as it did when the first act was announced and Lisa made her way off the stage. Mistress Jane walked out with a girl dressed up as horse on a leash. Jane was one of Lisa’s tallest mistresses. For this occasion, she’d wrapped her lean body in a black latex cat suit with a black leather corset over it. The corset was tight and accentuated her tiny waist very nicely. She wore little to no make-up and had her bright blonde hair down to her shoulders. She wore black leather boots with amazing heels and towered over her pony girl who was on her hands and knees.
Led by a leash, the pony girl moved slowly towards her spot at the right side of the stage, where she was ordered to stand up by her mistress. Once she was up, the audience saw her full attire. She was mostly dressed in suit made out of tight leather segments that were strapped around her torso and limbs with thick leather straps and belts. On her head she wore an elaborate and quite large hood in the shape of a horse’s head. It was complete with ears, manes and a full head harness to which her leash was attached. The hood featured only two almond-shaped holes for her eyes.
The attire covered all of the girl’s skin except for her round ass, upper thighs and her magnificent and ridiculously large breasts, which were tightly wrapped with a small leather belt at their base, making them bulge like balloons. Somewhere along the middle they featured another strap that bound them together. Through her areoles, behind her oversized nipples, sat two immense pierced rings. They were at least three inches in diameter and the metal rings themselves were about half an inch thick.
Mistress Jane walked up to her pony girl and inspected the leather straps here and there, opening them and tightening them even more than before. It was clear that many of the straps were not just tight leather bands. From what Jane was doing, it was apparent that most if not all of them featured sharp metal pins on the inside that were digging relentlessly into the pony girl’s skin. This was most visible when Jane completely removed the strap around the girl’s bulging breasts, only to show it to the audience and later re-apply it again. At intervals of about an inch-and-a-half- the strap featured thin and sharp inch-long pins, which Jane pushed into the tit meat of her slave again before tightening the strap as much as she could. The pony girl didn’t make a sound.
Jane proceeded her inspection of the attire by shifting her attention between the girl’s legs, where a giant strap-on dildo was connected to her body harness. The massive rod was solid and rigid and measured at least 16 inches in length and two inches in diameter. Jane flicked it up and down between the girl’s legs before ordering the pony back on her hands and knees.
Jane made her turn so that the audience had a perfect view of the girl’s ass, which featured a nice and full black pony tail, obviously held in place with a butt plug anchor. The mistress didn’t waste any time and started fiddling with it, trying to get a sliding motion into the butt plug.
In no time at all, she’d moved the end of the butt plug a few inches out of her slave girl’s ass, showing that the tail segment was connected to the end of a longer butt plug. Right before the end of the plug, it was slightly thinner than the end cap, which allowed the plug to remain in place a little better.
Jane was about to show the audience why this was important with this particular plug. As she slid it a little further out, it was clear that this plug was not your ordinary anal toy. Jane fucked it in and out, sliding the full length of the invader into the girl’s asshole and revealing a little more of its length every time she pulled it out.
Eventually she got to its full length and pulled it out completely, leaving her pony girl with a bit of a prolapse, which quickly turned into a wide gape. Jane held the plug up and showed that the dildo was pretty much the same size as the one hanging between the girl’s legs.
The little detour was just for show and the mistress quickly plugged her pony girl back up and commanded her to remain on all fours on the right side of the stage. The stage was quite full since it featured a sawhorse on the left hand side and a large wooden crate in the middle.
Mistress Jane was ready to move on to the next part of this session and left the stage for a moment. When she returned, she led slave girl Alyssa by a leash which was connected to clamps on her nipples. Alyssa was a slender, long limbed nymph, much like the mistress who was now leading her to the center of the stage. The girl was completely naked. Her long raven-black hair was up in a ponytail, which left her delicate round face visible from all sides. She looked calm, way too calm for the situation she found herself in; her dark brown eyes slowly taking in the room and adjusting to the bright stage lights.
Mistress Jane ordered Alyssa to stand in the middle of the stage, right under a spotlight. Alyssa was now facing away from the audience. Her legs were slightly apart and she put her hands behind her head for a viewing position. She seemed to be covered in bruises and welts from a recent whipping which concentrated on her buttocks and upper thighs, which featured dark purple stripes.
With a nod the mistress instructed Alyssa to turn around for a viewing of her front side. Here also dark purple stripes clearly indicated the main targets of a severe beating: her breasts, pussy and inner thighs were clearly abused the most.
“As you can see, she’s endured a lot recently,” mistress Jane started to speak, her voice amplified through the room’s P.A. system.
“This is the final part of three sessions testing her physical limits both inside and out. Until she got here, she’d only received punishments on body parts that were covered even in the tiniest bikinis. I think it’s clear that that is no longer the case. ”
Jane unlocked her leash from the chain between Alyssa’s nipples and told the girl to ‘get in position’ while she enlightened the audience some more about the history of this session. Alyssa walked over to the wooden sawhorse to the left of the stage and proceeded to put wrist and ankle cuffs on herself before mounting the furniture.
“Last week we started with a severe whipping session which we will repeat now. The whipping was only to mark her body because that was a request for the pay-per-view video session. We are doing it again now simply for your entertainment – and mine” she said with a grin.
Alyssa had positioned herself on top of the wooden sawhorse, facing away from the audience and Jane connected the ankle cuffs to eyelets at the bottom of wooden crossbeams running between the sawhorse’s legs. Then Jane bent Alyssa backwards over the edge of the sawhorse and secured her wrist cuffs to the bottom of the furniture. In this position, Alyssa’s head was facing down and her breasts were nicely exposed and perfectly visible for the audience.
Mistress Jane ran her hands over Alyssa’s bruised chest and tugged on the chain on the nipple clamps. The girl sported quite full B-cups and they’d already received more than their fair share of beatings throughout the week. With discolorations ranging from yellow to dark purple, her skin was severely abused, but the ordeal was not finished yet.
Jane grabbed her first instrument of torture from a supply box next to the sawhorse. It was a short-stringed cat o’ nine tails with leather strings as well as braided metal wires. The strands were about a foot long and the mistress started flogging Alyssa’s tits with it immediately.
The girl screamed out after every hit and once Jane picked up the pace, the screams strung together into a long, low moan dotted with several shrieking outbursts. The metal wires of the flogger easily bruised and broke the girl’s skin. Jane continued until a few streams of blood ran down Alyssa’s chest into her neck.
Then she stopped and walked up to her slave and rubbed her hands over Alyssa’s wet pussy. She uncuffed the girl and had her turn around to bend over the sawhorse. Alyssa’s ankles were now secured to the feet of the sawhorse while her wrist cuffs were clicked together behind her back. Jane once more picked up her braided flogger and started working on the girl’s buttocks and upper thighs.
It didn’t take Jane long to make her slave cry out in pain again as the harsh strands of the flogger rained down on her already bruised and broken skin. She didn’t stop, however, when blood started to trickle down Alyssa’s legs, but rather intensified the power with which she struck her whip down. The bleeding girl was a sobbing mess, barely able to keep her upper body in position on top of the wooden sawhorse. Her legs were slumping a little bit and Mistress Jane ordered her to straighten herself and push her ass up again.
While Alyssa got her posture back in order, Jane discarded her flogger and returned from her supplies with two new toys. The first was a dildo gag. It was simple and black and featured a fairly thick dildo of about eight inches in length. The other thing Jane got from her stash was her new favorite toy: a very flexible original leather sjambok. Alyssa knew what was coming, she’d felt the sjambok two times before in the not too distant past. With a look of resignation on her face, she took the dildo from the gag down her throat. It slid in with impressive ease and after Jane secured the straps of the gag behind Alyssa’s head, she took a moment to decide what would be the best place for her to position herself so she could really put all her effort into this next part of the whipping.
She found a spot where the sawhorse was a little to her left and it allowed her to really get a good swing and impact going with the sjambok. Alyssa had her ass pushed up again, but she was not even close to being ready for the brutal beating she received next. Jane smacked the sjambok down on Alyssa’s buttocks with all her might, breaking the already bleeding skin in even more places. After four strokes, spatters of blood flew through the air and the top half of the torture stick was covered in blood as well. Jane watched closely as the gagged Alyssa struggled with the dildo down her throat and tried to regain her posture. When the girl was almost there, she swung her brutal leather rod again and hit the top of her thighs.
The mistress continued the dance with her slave girl for a few minutes, driving Alyssa more and more to the brink of collapse, mercilessly opening old scars and creating new ones on her ass and thighs until blood was running down her legs and dripping down to the floor.
“Give her some applause if you think she’s had enough,” Mistress Jane instructed the audience.
Except for one or two hesitant hand claps that quickly faded, the room remained silent.
The mistress paused for a brief moment and looked around the room into the darkness where the audience sat.
All of a sudden a female voice broke the silence: “Smack that thing down on her clamped tits!” Her request was immediately followed by a male: “Yeah, let’s see what she can take!”
“Very well,” Jane calmly replied and she stepped toward her slave girl on the sawhorse.
Alyssa was barely able to move after receiving such a brutal beating, but with a little help from Jane, she was soon in a new position that was sure to please the audience. For this little audience request, Jane had Alyssa stand with her bleeding ass against the sawhorse and her ankles cuffed to its legs. On command, the girl had put her hands behind her head and interlocked her fingers. Before Jane made her push her tits up and out, she briefly removed the dildo gag from Alyssa’s mouth.
“Have you ever felt the sjambok on your silly little tits, girl?” the mistress wanted to know.
Alyssa shook her head.
“Well, I’ll make sure it will be something to remember.”
Jane stepped back into a position where she was able to really get a good swing of her torture instrument going. She swung her whipping rod a couple of times through the air, measuring distance and aiming for the right impact area before she actually smacked the sjambok down across Alyssa’s chest.
The mistress achieved a direct hit on one of the clamps on the girl’s nipples, but neither of them came off. The impact, however, sent Alyssa into a sobbing frenzy and she was unable to keep her posture.
Jane paused. She didn’t have to say a word. Even though Alyssa was struggling tremendously, she visibly attempted to get back into position as soon as she could. Unable to stand still, her body was shaking against the wooden sawhorse. Jane waited until Alyssa raised her arms above her head again and then smacked the sjambok down with full force again.
This time she hit Alyssa’s tits slightly from above. The impact was loud and the clamp on the girl’s left nipple was ripped off by the force of the rod. Immediately the girl collapsed and started wailing. Mistress Jane immediately stepped forward and pulled the girl’s arms up again, trying to get her to stand up straight again.
Some “ooh’s” and “aah’s” emerged from the audience when the sobbing girl was standing up again. The clamp on her right nipple was still in place, with the chain connecting the two clamps now dangling down from it. But her left nipple was now a mess, with blood seeping out of an apparent tear wound quite liberally.
Mistress Jane didn’t flinch. She’d had slaves bleed profusely before, albeit not so unexpectedly in front of a live audience. Her years of experience had taught her some tricks that she applied immediately and without any hesitation.
Before everyone in the audience could voice their amazement over what they just saw, Jane had taken the alligator clamp that had just been ripped off Alyssa’s nipple and clamped it right back on, effectively closing off most of the girl’s wound for the time being.
“I think that’s enough for now,” Jane said, “I don’t need this to become a real problem later on.”
The mistress freed her slave girl from the ankle cuffs as she was getting ready for the main event of her session. Even though she was free to deviate from the strict script she previously had to adhere to for the Extreme Dolls video, she decided to keep the proceedings much like last week.
She led her stallion girl back from the right side to the middle of the stage, where she had to stand up again, revealing the giant rigid dildo hanging between her legs. Jane grabbed Alyssa by her hair, dragged her in front of the stallion and ordered her to suck its cock.
The bleeding young woman seemed to have composed herself somewhat and dropped to her knees in the middle of the stage. She took the giant 16” by 2” dildo in her hands and placed it against her mouth, sucking on its tip with her lips tightly wrapped around it.
“In with it!” Mistress Jane barked. “Show these people how much of it you can take.”
The slave girl did not disappoint. With every bob of her head she seemed to eat away at the dildo, which slowly disappeared into the back of her mouth inch by inch until nearly half of it was gone from view. Then Alyssa pulled back and gasped for air, strings of saliva and mucus dangling from her lips.
“Good girl. Now the second half,” the mistress encouraged her. “Let’s see if you can do it better than last week. And remember, your spit is all the lube that thing is gonna get!”
Again Alyssa took the thick and rigid cock in her mouth. With a little effort she managed to get the first eight inches of the dildo into her mouth and into the back of her throat again. But the damn thing didn’t bend or accommodate an easy swallowing. She had no trouble whatsoever with flexible dildos however long and thick they were, she could even suck those in so deep that the whole thing went down her throat and the end would just stick out of her esophagus and she could even close her mouth for a wide smile.
That would never happen with this specimen, but she knew she could at least get a few more inches down, hell, she’d done it on video a week ago. But that was with some help from the forceful hands of her mistress, which she hoped would come to the rescue again soon.
She didn’t have to wait long. Mistress Jane saw Alyssa’s efforts to get more than half of the dildo down her throat weren’t particularly fruitful anymore. She waited until the slave girl pulled herself off of the phallus again and got two or three deep breaths before she grabbed Alyssa by the head with one hand and the neck with the other. She let the girl align the dildo with her mouth again and slide the first half in, which seemed to go easier and faster with every try.
It was here that Mistress Jane started helping out for real. A quick slap against the bound tits of the pony girl was the cue for her to also put some effort in. With one hand Jane now pressed Alyssa’s neck down so that her mouth and throat would form more of a straight line and with the other hand she rammed Alyssa’s head against the dildo. The pony girl also started thrusting forward. All this together was enough to put considerably more pressure on Alyssa’s throat. With success, too. Even though it took the three women two more tries in which they pulled the whole dildo from Alyssa’s throat, let her catch a breath and repeated the procedure, eventually almost three quarters of the gigantic dildo disappeared inside the girl’s mouth. Jane held her down as long as she could on the third try, almost choking her slave girl to the point of passing out, but she made sure to pull her off in time.
Satisfied with the same accomplishment as on the video, Jane decided to move on to the next part of the penetration abuse. She ordered Alyssa on her feet again and led her back over to the sawhorse. Within moments the slave girl was bent over the back side and her hands were cuffed to the front of the furniture. The official script that they’d followed to a T for the video session demanded that Alyssa’s nipples be nailed to the sawhorse with four thick pins through her areoles. Given the little accident with the alligator clamps ripping off previously, Mistress Jane decided to skip that part and go straight to the next. She quickly exchanged some words with her pony girl, who took her position behind Alyssa.
Jane once again grabbed the mouth gag for Alyssa and slid the considerably shorter dildo down the girl’s throat before securing the leather strap around her head. Then she stepped next to her stallion and helped it mount her slave. Alyssa was at the perfect height on the sawhorse. With her mucus and saliva coating most of the surface of the horse’s dildo, it was easy for the pony girl and her mistress to slide the tip of the dildo into Alyssa’s dripping wet pussy.
There was no foreplay or any other wasting of time. Within seconds, the stallion started thrusting the dildo deeper and deeper into Alyssa’s cunt until it fairly quickly fully disappeared under the muffled moans and groans of the girl. Of course Alyssa’s pussy had been used and abused extensively recently. But she herself and both the pony girl and Mistress Jane knew she could easily accommodate this dildo and then some because of obsessive dildo training over the last couple of years. For the audience, it was no real shocker either, although there was some surprise at the speed and ease with which this was performed.
The stallion fucked Alyssa from behind for a couple of minutes in which she managed to get a rhythm going in which almost the full length of the strap-on was thrust into Alyssa, then pulled out before it was pushed back in again. Eventually Jane ordered the pony girl to pull out.
That didn’t mean that Alyssa was getting a break. As soon as the dildo was out of her pussy, Jane stepped up to her and started circling her asshole with her fingers, which quickly disappeared one by one. The mistress pulled her fingers out as fast as they went in and commanded the stallion to come closer again. She aligned the tip of the dildo now with Alyssa’s asshole and without any delay, the stallion started fucking Alyssa’s ass.
Now this was a more impressive feat. The pony girl didn’t start off slow. She rammed the long and rigid dildo in and out with force from the start. Over half of it disappeared within the first three thrusts, after which the pony girl pulled all the way out. Alyssa prolapsed for a moment, but soon after managed to produce a wide gape that was quickly filled with the dildo again. Her moans were clearly audible despite the other dildo that was still buried deep in her throat. In less than two minutes the slave slut and stallion girl managed to get the whole massive rod to disappear into Alyssa’s ass, much to the delight of Mistress Jane, who was surprised a week ago at the speed at which it went then. This was even a little faster.
She let the pony girl continue her assault for a minute or so, but then ordered her to pull out again. Since this was a live show, she wanted to move on. Once the audience saw that this gigantic dildo fit inside Alyssa’s ass, the suspense was gone and they would believe that the girl could probably take it up there for a little while longer. It was time to up the ante a little.
And boy, was she going to up the ante. First she strapped Alyssa’s ankles down to the legs of the sawhorse. Then some sounds of amazement and wonder emerged from several audience members when Mistress Jane produced yet another instrument of torture that she held up for the spectators to see. From under the wooden horse she picked up another dildo, a very special one. This one was much more flexible than the original one and actually shaped like a genuine giant horse cock. It appeared to be partly hollow and slid over the existing dildo on the stallion. When it was in place and secured by a few straps, the pony girl sported a massively brutal 32” by 3” horse cock dildo.
The girls didn't put the audience through the whole 'let's first see how far this thing can go up her cunt' routine. Everyone knew full well that the only thing on the audience's mind was how Alyssa was going to take this horse cock up her ass. Mistress Jane thought a little explanation was in order for the viewers to fully understand what was going to happen next.
"We filmed this session last week as a fulfillment of a request that was posted on Extreme Dolls a long while ago. Per the specific script of that session, we wrecked Alyssa's ass with a 24 by 3 inch horse cock dildo, which, to our surprise and delight disappeared completely inside her greedy little ass."
She paused for a second and ordered the pony girl to move in closer behind Alyssa.
"Since then we have done a little research online and we've found out two things: first, there were videos out there showing full penetration with dildos that were even longer and about as thick. Second, there were even larger dildos available for purchase."
"You will be able to find videos of girls and men taking more than 36 inches of thin, flexible dildos up their asses. You will also be able to find videos of the same or other girls and men taking shorter but extremely thick dildos up their asses. But trust me, you will not yet find videos of girls taking a combination of both."
She now grabbed the freshly installed dildo by its wide tip and pulled it up, commanding her pony girl to come and stand directly against Alyssa. The mistress draped the monster horse cock over Alyssa's ass and back, showing its ridiculous size in comparison to the slave girl's body. At three inches in width at the tip, it was thicker than any of the girls' arms and at its base it was about as wide as their thighs.
"So, as far as we're aware of, there is no video around of anyone enjoying a dildo similar to this. And since we're not taping now, I'm guessing there won't be for a while. You could say this is quite the 'exclusive' you're about to see."
Mistress Jane took a step back and ordered her stallion to do the same, so the gigantic flexible dildo hung impressively between her legs again. Then she grabbed it and started pressing the head of the horse cock against Alyssa's loose sphincter.
With a steady pace the mistress fucked the tip of the dildo into her slave girl's ass. It had already been broken wide open with the first dildo, so the tip slid in with ease when rhythmically fucked in and out. The pony girl moved in closer as Jane progressed, fucking the first half of the enormous dildo deeper and deeper into Alyssa’s ass.
The slave girl had been dildo gagged for a while now and started to show some signs now that she was struggling. Her beaten, bruised, bleeding and broken body had so far been limp on top of the wooden sawhorse as the two other women on stage continued their assault on her ass, but now she started to stir. That didn’t keep the other two from continuing, though. They’d done this before and they would do it again.
Mistress Jane’s assistant job was done. The flexible half of the ridiculous dildo was all the way in. Now it was up to the pain stallion to take over and slam the rigid second part to the hilt. As soon as she got her mistress’ command, she showed clearly that she wasn’t playing. She was merciless, pulling a little bit back and ramming the horse cock forward again with full force. It was quite a sight: the tall mistress watching her pony girl ramming a massive stallion’s cock up the ass of her handcuffed and dildo gagged slave.
The audience watched in silence. They had a perfect front row view of what was happening on the stage a few feet away from them. Quicker than anyone had anticipated, almost the whole dildo disappeared into Alyssa, who was struggling on the sawhorse. She was visibly in a lot of discomfort, but couldn’t move much because of her tied ankles and wrists. Even though her sounds were muffled by the dildo that was still stuck in her throat, it was very apparent that even her very loose limits were severely pushed.
Mistress Jane walked over to the other side of the sawhorse and started loosening the straps around her slave girl’s head. When she pulled the dildo out of Alyssa’s mouth, the girl briefly coughed and wheezed, but soon produced only moans and screams. The pony girl was still relentlessly fucking the dildo in and out of the girl’s ass. She now pulled about four inches out and then rammed the whole thing forward again in one fast repetitive motion.
It was brutal to watch. But also awe-inspiring. Inch by inch, thrust by thrust, the enormous horse cock dildo slowly disappeared into Alyssa’s ass until the pony girl had buried all of it inside her and suddenly stopped. Mistress Jane stepped over to her two slaves and inspected the impressive work of their performance, making sure that it really went as planned. It was all to her satisfaction and for the finale of their session, she picked up her bloodied sjambok again.
“Twenty more thrusts!” she barked at the pony girl, “I’ll set the rhythm!” *Smack*
The sjambok came down hard on the pony girl’s round ass, but she made no sound. Instead, she pulled back a few inches and rammed the dildo forward into Alyssa again. Right when she slammed it to the hilt, Jane struck the sjambok down again on the pony’s ass. It went on like that for the better part of three minutes, in which Alyssa’s body went increasingly limp and the pony girl’s ass started bleeding more and more profusely. When Jane thought she had counted twenty strokes with the sjambok, she stopped and dropped the devious instrument.
She walked over to her two slave girls again. Holding the gigantic dildo in place, she loosened the straps that connected it to the first dildo and ordered the pony girl to slowly back away, pulling the original dildo out of its sheath. The pony girl backed away to the side of the stage and resumed her position on all fours.
When the original dildo was out, the large outer dildo was still deeply buried inside Alyssa’s ass. The brutalized girl didn’t make a move nor made a sound anymore. Mistress Jane slapped the girl’s ass cheeks a couple of times with her bare hands, but there was no response.
“Hmmpf. She may have checked out. But damn, can you blame her? Check this out!” Jane exclaimed as she pushed the fingers of her right hand together and inserted them into the hole where the pony girl’s dildo had just been removed. At two inches wide, the hollow cavity of the large dildo offered more than enough space for Jane to push her hand in and she quickly managed to push it all the way up until the bend in her elbow hit the entrance to the dildo. She played around with her forearm inside the hollow dildo, fisting it with repeated strokes and punches for a few moments.
Then she used her arm to slowly dislodge the giant invader and slowly but surely she pulled it out of Alyssa’s ass. As the inches appeared, sliding past the slave girl’s severely abused sphincter, it became clear again to everyone in the room how ridiculously large the whole thing was. It was, however, much easier to pull it out than it had been to push it in. Mistress Jane continued until the wide tip plopped out of the unconscious girl’s ass with some serious sounds of flatulence.
After holding the massive implement up for the audience one last time, she draped it over Alyssa’s back and took a bow in front of the audience. As she received her applause, the lights on the stage slowly dimmed again and the mistress walked off into the darkness with her pony girl.
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Chapter Nine: The Blood Slut Queens
Things moved pretty fast on the small stage in Mistress Lisa’s private theater. Stage hands cleared the stage from the previous act and set up the supplies for the next and final act of the night. When everything was in order for the show to start, Lisa came out once more to greet her audience.
“I assure you Alyssa is alive and she will be fine eventually. How well she is doing right now, I am not sure, but I know that that was one hell of a performance! It will be hard to top, but as the very last act of the night I am very proud to present to you my most daring and shocking toys, the Blood Slut Queens, Lesley and Elisa!"
Industrial rock music started blaring from the speakers in the makeshift theater and the lights went down as Lisa walked off. The room remained dark for the better part of a minute. When the lights turned back on, two young women walked on the stage. They were completely naked -except for their high heel shoes- and hairless from the neck down. They took their position next to each other. The audience saw Lesley on the right, Elisa on the left, facing forward, legs a little apart and their hands placed on their hips.
Both girls were skeletal: extremely skinny with long, thin limbs, prominent ribcages and tiny waists. Lesley had been like this since her arrival at Lisa's mansion about a year ago, with Elisa starting to mimic her new friend's appearance soon after. She was already skinny before, but managed to lose a few more pounds to match Lesley's gaunt look. The two had hit it off quickly after Lesley's arrival, with the younger new girl teaching Lisa's experienced pain slut quite a few new tricks.
Mistress Lisa was very satisfied with the two, encouraging them to experiment with their bodies and their mutual preoccupation with blood play, medical play and extreme insertions. She loved her 'ultra sexy skinny deviant bitches' as she called them and had them play, practice and perform together ever since she took Lesley in from House Victoria.
At 26 years old, Elisa was Lesley's senior by six years, but in their newfound partnership, it was the younger woman who took the lead. She had an extremely twisted and deviant mind and coupled with her deeply masochistic nature she'd developed enchantingly sensual and shockingly brutal auto-erotic stage performances which stole the show at every party and were a runaway hit on Lisa's Extreme Dolls pay-per-view website.
Elisa had been with Lisa for over five years, in which she'd experienced her share of brutal punishments and she bore the scars of many long and extreme torture sessions by Lisa and her friends. But still her body wasn't riddled with as many marks as Lesley's. With her recent weight loss, her once reasonably sized b-cups shrunk a notch, but her fairly large and erect nipples still stood proud on her chest. She wore her shoulder-length brown hair up in a high pony tail, which accentuated that she had shaved the right side of her head completely. Her delicate face was that of classic beauty: chiseled to perfection, now framed by a more protruding jawline. She wore little to no make-up, maybe just a little eyeliner.
Lesley stood about three to four inches taller than Elisa. Viewing them side by side showed clearly that the extra length didn't come from her legs. Both girls' hips were about equal height from the floor. Lesley's torso, however, was much longer. It made her look even thinner at the waist, when in fact the girls had the exact same measurements below the ribcage. Lesley's breasts were a full c-cup, considerably bigger than Elisa's. She also sported disproportionally large nipples on top of very small areoles.
Her skin was pale from head to toe and her gaunt face was dotted with freckles. The rest of her body was riddled with older and newer scars, cuts and puncture wounds, especially around her lower arms and wrists, even though she had given her body three weeks of rest for this session. She bore more marks than Elisa, who was only catching up to her in recent months.
Lesley also wore her hair up in high pony tail. She'd dyed her naturally bright red hair completely white. It wasn't blonde anymore, but pure white with a lilac glow. Just like Elisa, the right side of her head was shaved. Her face with her small nose and wide lips also didn't feature a lot of make-up. Both girls looked straight ahead into the darkness in front of them where their audience was and had a bold and excited look in their brown eyes.
As the industrial music continued to blast through the room, the lighting on the stage changed from a flood light to a spotlight. The girls turned to face each other and opened their mouths while moving their heads closer together while tilting them a little in opposite directions.
With their hands still around their waists, they slowly stuck out their long tongues until the tips touched. There was something standing up on Lesley's tongue, but it wasn't clearly visible from the audience what it was exactly. After a few playful and sensual licks, the girls moved in even closer and Elisa pushed the tip of her tongue against the little object, which didn't seem to move.
She lapped over it a few times before locking her lips to Lesley’s for a full on French kiss. The girls kept kissing passionately for the better part of a minute, keeping their lips tightly pressed together until they finally both pulled back and gasped for air. They simultaneously tilted their heads forward and down and stuck their tongues back out of their mouth, letting the buildup of saliva drip down on their chests. But it wasn’t just saliva dripping down. Mixed with it was quite a bit of blood and when the saliva was mostly out of their mouths, the blood still came in streams down from their tongues.
They stood there for a few moments drooling blood until Lesley moved her hands and grabbed Elisa’s head and put her left hand tightly around her throat while her right hand reached for her mouth. Elisa still had her tongue hanging out of her mouth when Lesley used her fingers to take something from it. It didn’t take the girl long to produce the instrument which had led to the bloody kiss: a small double-sided razor blade.
If it wasn’t clear to the audience yet what it was, she used it to make a couple of small incisions in Elisa’s upper right arm. Blood started trickling quickly from the fresh cuts and Lesley bent down a little to lick up the drops, only to make a big mess with her own bleeding tongue. On the last cut, she pressed the razor a little deeper into Elisa’s arm so the little thing stuck in place.
Lesley let go of Elisa’s throat and walked to the back of the stage where supplies and toys were neatly arranged in boxes and trays on a long table. She picked up the leftmost box from the table and slowly walked back over to Elisa, who was still standing in the spotlight on the front of the stage. As she walked over, a big metal ring hanging from a chain lowered from the ceiling.
It appeared that Lesley used a remote control to lower the ring with the winch. She put the box down at Elisa’s feet and waited for the ring to lower some more. When it was next to Elisa’s head, she put down the remote control and grabbed the first item from the box. It was a thick 3” wide black leather studded belt. It quickly went around Elisa’s neck and Lesley pulled the end through the belt’s loop and tightened it. With the pins on the inside, of course.
There were several holes in the thick leather of the belt to close the loop, but Lesley didn’t use any of them. Instead, she secured the end of the belt, which featured a thick spring clasp, to the metal ring that had just come down from the ceiling.
It was quite a sight to see. Two naked skinny young women just a few minutes into their play session already covered in splatters of blood. They didn’t speak a word or make a noise so far and their industrial rock soundtrack kept blasting through the room. The audience sat in silence, their eyes glued to what was happening at the front of the stage.
The second and third items Lesley pulled from the box were two simple sets of handcuffs, which she used to secure Elisa’s wrists and elbows behind her back. When those were in place, she picked up a small tray from the box and uncapped two thick hypodermic needles. She needed a quick place to store them for easy access, so she stuck them into Elisa’s areoles, just under her nipples.
Next out of the box was a fairly large hook. It was about 7 mm thick and made of stainless steel. Its curved tip was razor sharp, but on the long end it featured a cross-shaped back stop. From top to bottom it was about two inches tall.
Lesley held it up for a few moments for the audience to see and then nodded to Elisa, who stuck out her tongue. Even though the hook was fairly thick, it slid through the front of Elisa’s still bleeding tongue like a knife through butter and Lesley pulled it all the way through until the crossbars at the end served as a back stop. She tugged on the hook a few times and then let it hang out of Elisa’s mouth. With her tongue forced out like this, more blood and saliva seeped directly from her mouth onto her chest.
The last items out of the box – for now – were two heavy alligator clamps connected by a metal chain. Lesley took them out and immediately clamped them on the tips of Elisa’s erect nipples. First the left, then the right. She gave the chain a firm tug. Just to make sure that the clamps wouldn’t slide off any time soon, she pulled the thick needles out of Elisa’s areoles and shoved them through cleverly spaced holes in the jaws of the alligator clamps. Straight through the clamps and the nipple in between. The needles made sure that the clamp would be fairly secure in place no matter how much the teeth of the alligators might slip.
With the needles in place, Lesley gave the chain between the alligator clamps a few harder tugs, stretching Elisa’s nipples away from her chest. Then she let the chain fall and picked up her remote control again. Fairly quickly the ring next to Elisa’s head started to rise up. The sound from the winch at the ceiling was completely drowned out by the loud music in the room.
The ring pulled the thick leather belt up and it closed tightly around Elisa’s neck like a noose. The metal pins on the inside of the belt pressed tightly into Elisa’s throat and neck. With a steady pace Lesley tightened the belt and forced her partner on the tips of her toes with her head pulled up and sideways. When the balance was just right, she flicked the ‘up’ button of the winch two more times to set the tone.
There was still no sound of either of them, despite the rough treatments Elisa had received. They communicated totally nonverbally, if at all.
With Elisa strung up in a most uncomfortable and restricting position, Lesley retrieved the small razor blade again that she’d stored in Elisa’s upper arm. She grabbed the chain between the alligator clamps on Elisa’s nipples with her left hand and pulled it up hard, stretching the girl’s breasts up. She held them stretched up for a few moments while deciding which side to work on first.
She picked the right side first. Slowly she pressed one side of the razor against the soft far underside of Elisa’s right breast and started slicing from the outside to the middle of her chest. The cut could have been a lot more shallow, but it was by no means very deep. Nonetheless, blood started trickling out of the cut quickly and steadily, running down Elisa’s ribcage in three small streams.
Elisa had closed her eyes by now and was zoning out from the asphyxiation. She barely felt the sharp sensation of the razor next on the underside of her left breast, where she received a similar cut.
To add to her predicament and physical stimulation, Lesley yanked the chain up even higher and pulled it over the underside of the hook in Elisa’s tongue. The effect was twofold: Elisa’s tongue was pulled far out of her head which was tilted slightly backwards and the secured clamps on her nipples were pulled up high. It gave Lesley a nicely stretched canvas to work with.
The next cuts came about half an inch above the first. Lesley sliced nice parallel lines to the first two cuts, but she pushed the razor a little deeper this time, which led to even more blood trickling down from Elisa’s fresh wounds.
It was time to let the girl get a little air before continuing the assault on her small tits. Lesley stabbed the razor back in Elisa’s upper arm and lowered the winch to let her feet find their balance again and she gave her about a minute to catch her breath.
Lesley could have counted that minute up to the second and rummaged through the box at Elisa’s feet to find a new toy. When she got up again, she didn’t immediately raise the winch again to choke Elisa. This time she had an additional surprise.
Before she did anything else, she fitted Elisa with a fairly long and thick dildo gag. She’d already lubricated the black rubber invader when Elisa was composing herself and placed the thick head in Elisa’s mouth on top of her stretched and pierced tongue. If the spiked belt didn’t cut off her breath, this dildo would. Its head was about two inches wide and three inches long and it barely fit into Elisa’s wide open mouth. But Lesley had used this thing before and knew she could push all ten inches all the way down her partner’s throat.
So in it went with just enough force until Lesley could tie the dildo gag’s head strap around Elisa’s head, the girl’s pierced tongue still stretched out grotesquely by the big hook and the chain connected to her nipples.
With the dildo in place, she raised the winch again until Elisa was barely able to scrape the tips of her shoes over the floor. It was probably a little higher than the first time. Lesley took the razor blade again and prepared to make the final few cuts on Elisa’s breasts for now. Each breast received two more slices, evenly spaced apart. The last slice on both sides went just under the edge of her areoles and these cuts were close to a quarter of an inch deep.
There was quite a bit of blood from the eight cuts on the underside of Elisa’s breasts. And everyone who’d seen these girls before knew that this was just a neat beginning to what would eventually become a depraved, messy and dramatic performance by two ultimate masochists.
A little sign of darker things to come was when Lesley wanted to temporarily store her razor blade again. Instead of stabbing it into Elisa’s upper arm again, it went deep into the areola of her left breast until it stuck in place.
Even though Elisa’s neck strap was lowered and removed within a minute of the last cutting, it seemed like the show was just starting. Lesley completely removed all restraints, decorations and piercings from Elisa and put them away in the box where they came from. While Lesley removed the toys, Elisa took a moment to compose herself and stretch her limbs in preparation of the next part of this session. She also rubbed her neck and throat, which received some nasty scrapes from the sharp studs on the leather belt.
The only thing still left on her body was the razor blade lodged in her left areola. Lesley returned with a pre-threaded surgical needle and pulled the razor blade out and discarded it. With the curved surgical needle, she stitched her partner’s deepest gash up until it appeared nicely closed.
The whole procedure went by pretty quickly and for a change it was Elisa who went to fetch the toys for the next part of the session. Lesley stood in the spotlight, facing the audience, with her legs slightly apart and her hands on her hips.
When Elisa returned, she put a big box down on the floor next to Lesley. From it, she produced another gagging toy. This one didn’t appear to be a dildo, though. It was an oddly shaped ball gag that had to be assembled on the spot.
Lesley first had to stick out her tongue while Elisa placed what appeared to be two interlocking parts around her tongue from the top and bottom. What they in fact were, were two almost semi-orb shaped halves of a mouth bit. They were customized so the bottom part was aligned slightly differently from the top part, to accommodate for lesser surface on the underside of the tongue. The two parts of the mouth bit interlocked with three sharp thick pins which were pierced through the tongue. Two of them came up from the bottom part, one down from the top part.
Even though the two parts came neatly together tightly around Lesley’s tongue, Elisa secured the bit in place by placing thin bolts through the hollow pins and screwing on small wing nuts, tightening the two halves together at all three points.
When it was tight and secure, Lesley could retract her tongue and place the mouth-filling bit behind her teeth. Elisa proceeded by screwing on a metal pin with screw thread from the front to the top part of the bit, which was used to connect the second part of this gagging toy. The metal pin was about four inches long. About one third of that went into the top part of the bit. With the pin in place, Lesley couldn’t fully close down her teeth anymore.
The second part of the toy was an oval rubber flap, about half an inch thick with a small hole in the middle that Elisa pushed over the metal pin. It was a very tight fit and Elisa pushed the rubber flap tightly against Lesley’s teeth. It served as some kind of protector from the third part of the toy, which was completely made out of stainless steel. It was a metal disc of about two inches in diameter and about three quarters of an inch thick. Against this disc was another smaller disc to attach even more good stuff.
Elisa screwed the larger disc onto the metal pin sticking out of Lesley’s mouth. It took a few turns, but eventually it was lodged tightly against the rubber flap covering her teeth. Elisa made sure she couldn’t turn it any tighter and when she was satisfied, she draped Lesley’s lips around the bigger metal disc.
No one from the audience could have seen this, but the metal disc wasn’t completely solid. Straight through them from one end to the other ran four holes which Elisa now used to secure the whole contraption even more to Lesley’s mouth. She produced four short but thick metal skewers and pushed them one by one straight through Lesley’s upper lip, then the metal disc and out on the other side through Lesley’s lower lip. The skewers were just an inch longer than the disc was wide, so they were a perfect fit. Next to go on was a wide and thick rubber belt with a hole for the smaller disc on the end of the contraption. Around the hole stood dozens of sharp spikes. Elisa fitted it tightly around Lesley’s head and secured the whole thing in place.
Everyone was curious to find out what would be attached next, to the smaller disc at the end but they had to wait a little longer, as over the next few minutes, the girls reversed their roles once again and Lesley fitted Elisa with exactly the same contraption.
When they were both ready, it was Elisa who went to the big box next to them and picked up what was going to be mounted on top of their elaborate mouth gags: two customized extremely sadistic dildos. She showed them to the audience by holding them up. First, in her left hand she had a large, long and thick dildo completely covered in wire brush hairs. From the thick three inch bottom to the even wider brutally large cock head on top, the thirteen-inch-long invader was covered in sturdy metal bristles of varying length.
In her right hand was a slightly shorter but almost equally thick metal rod. As she held this one up for the audience, she realized she was missing a part and handed the other dildo to Lesley and bent down to pick up the missing segment. She produced a spiked metal ball like a medieval flail’s and carefully screwed it on top of the metal rod in her hands. This was delicate work due to the nature of the rod. By means of demonstration to the audience, she rubbed the side of the rod against the outside of her right thigh. After just two hard scrapes with the rod, blood ran down her leg from where the rough and sharp surface had broken her skin. This device wasn’t called ‘the grater’ for nothing.
With the spiked ball on top, this dildo was even longer than the first. It measured a massive fifteen inches in length with a diameter of 2.75 inches for the whole length of the shaft. The ball on top had a diameter of 3.5 inches from side to side including the spikes.
All in all both devices looked and in fact were ridiculously insane. Nonetheless, Elisa connected the base of the wire brush rod to Lesley’s mouth gag. It easily clicked into place and was secured tightly.
Lesley laid down on her back on the stage and as she did, the spotlight moved down with her. The massive wire brush dildo towered on top of her delicate face like a lone skyscraper. Elisa placed a metal tray from the supply box on Lesley's stomach and positioned herself kneeling above Lesley, facing her partner's feet. With her legs slightly apart, the head of the wire brush dildo rested against her pubic mound.
It was obvious what was going to happen next. And it did without any hesitation or delay. Elisa started grinding her hips and rubbing her crotch against the hard metal bristles. Lesley started bobbing her head to create a counteracting movement and before long the shaft of the dildo was grating against Elisa's parting pussy lips. The great thing about both of these dildos was that they eventually kind of lubricated themselves regardless of the level of arousal of whatever hole they were used on.
Elisa's pussy was already soaking wet from the intense razor and breath play she received previously, but it was about to become even more moist. She stopped moving for a moment to align the tip of the brutal dildo with the opening of her vagina. Then she lowered herself onto the rod.
The rough metal wire bristles pressed against her tender flesh. This dildo was not going to slide in easily at all, but the start was there. As the tip of the dildo pressed harder against her vaginal hole and Lesley started adding her friction as well, Elisa's pussy lips visibly parted more and the dildo slowly but surely inched further inside.
The girls managed to slowly get a fucking motion started and with Elisa riding on top and Lesley thrusting from below, they managed to make half of the head of the dildo disappear inside.
It was at this point that Elisa sat up straight as well as she could and slowly let her weight, which was not considerable, rest fully on the dildo. She picked up two items from the tray on Lesley's stomach: they were thick but razor sharp meat skewers with O-rings on their ends. Elisa placed her index fingers through the rings and made her hands into fists with the skewers sticking out.
She pressed the tips of the skewers against the underside of her small breasts, an inch or so under her areoles and pushed the pins slowly through the meat of her tits as the pressure on the wire dildo made it slide further and further into the tender insides of her vagina, grating her sensitive insides and making her bleed.
Once the brutal device was going deeper and deeper into Elisa's pussy, the girls on stage appeared to be getting into a face sitting session with Elisa eventually grinding her crotch against Lesley's face. Before the whole length of the dildo disappeared into Elisa and the girl's pussy lips started pressing against the sharp spikes on the strap around Lesley's head, Elisa had pulled out and re-poked the skewers in her breasts at least three or four times in different patterns. New streams of blood ran down her abdomen and thighs. Some of it mixed with the blood seeping from her now well lubricated pussy and dripped on Lesley's face.
For the audience it was quite a sight, seeing the massive brutal wire brush dildo disappear into the skinny girl while she was riding Lesley's face and poking pins in her own breasts.
Not long after the whole thing was buried deep, both girls seemed to curl up a bit and Elisa picked up the second brutal dildo, the 'grater'. Still with her crotch firmly implanted on Lesley’s face, she rubbed the long shaft between Lesley’s legs and over her pussy lips. Lesley picked up her legs and eagle-eyed members of the audience might have noticed that a small padlock was hanging under her asshole.
Elisa continued to rub the grater’s rough surface over Lesley’s pussy, lubricating it with her blood. She initially held the big invader by its massive spiked ball, but turned it around now, handling it carefully to avoid ripping the skin of her hands open on the sharp surface of the shaft.
Since Elisa literally had her hands full with the massive phallic implement, Lesley reached down to help her prepare for the huge insertion by pulling her pussy lips to the side. Elisa aligned the dildo’s spiked ball end as best as she could and started pushing to get it wedged between Lesley’s labia. She didn’t actually align the shaft with Lesley’s pussy at first, but just tried to get the round part in. Successfully, it appeared, because soon enough the large ball and its blunt spikes started disappearing inside Lesley.
There was no doubt in the girls’ minds that the dildo would slide in. Elisa had managed to get it into Lesley at least half a dozen times in the past six months and there were actually even wider toys in the bloodgirls’ arsenal that had also slid into Lesley with relative ease. She was a size queen and proud of it and she had turned Elisa on to training with her, much to Mistress Lisa’s delight.
Elisa fucked the spiked ball in with a steady rhythm, until only the shaft of the metal dildo was visible. It was now that she started turning the shaft in such a way that it aligned properly to enter deeper into Lesley’s pussy. Since the distance between her mouth gag and the connecting point on the dildo was still a little too far away for the two parts to be clicked together, Elisa had to use her hands to press the dildo in deeper. As it went further it met with more resistance and Elisa cut the skin of her palms quite a few times.
After the better part of three or four minutes the massive and brutal dildo was lodged deep into Lesley’s pussy with just little over two inches of the shaft still sticking out. The girls slightly readjusted their positions again so that Elisa could press her mouth gag’s connector to the metal dildo. It wasn’t as easy as it looked and by the time the dildo’s mounting mechanism clicked shut with the mouth gag connector, Elisa was down flat on her belly on top of Lesley.
The girls wiggled a bit to find some room to move, being immobilized by their head harnesses that were connected to the two massive dildos buried deep inside them. They managed to get somewhat of a mutual grinding movement going, with their sticky blood-smeared bodies rubbing against each other.
The cuts on the underside of Elisa’s breasts were still bleeding and they provided plenty of fresh lube between their bodies. The pressure of the body rubbing only added to the streams of blood. It was nothing, however, compared to the flow that Lesley had to deal with on her face from the wire brush dildo grating the inside of Elisa’s pussy. From the two of them, she had definitely had the most visible blood loss. Lesley’s would have to be determined as soon as her massive invader came out.
The girls were clearly enjoying their depraved dildo gag 69 even though their moans and groans were completely drowned out by the loud music that was still playing. They continued grinding and moving about with Lesley lying flat on her back with her arms and legs stretched out in a V and Elisa now also lying on top in a similar way.
At the end of a song, the loud industrial rock music stopped and a monotone drum beat filled the room. It seemed to be a cue of some sorts for the girls, because Elisa stopped her movements and brought her hands to her mouth gag to release the dildo from it. It took her a moment to get enough pressure on the two pins that had to be pressed simultaneously to release the locking mechanism.
When her gag was disconnected, she slowly slumped her body up again until she was in the original face sitting position that they started in. Not Lesley, but Elisa then performed the same disconnection trick on the dildo that was buried deep inside herself.
While the girls helped each other to stand up with the massive dildos still buried inside them, a stage assistant dressed in black leather wheeled in two small wooden sawhorses and placed them in the middle of the stage in the spot light. She locked their wheels and also lowered two big metal rings from the ceiling with remote controls, which she handed to the girls. Then she left as quickly as she appeared.
Both Elisa and Lesley, back on their feet, snapped one of the remote controls to their wrists with elastic bands that were connected to them. As they awkwardly stepped over to the new furniture, the drum beat of the music slowed down dramatically. Within seconds it went from a drum to the sound drops of water in a bucket.
This was the cue for the girls to proceed with the next part of their performance. Elisa faced the audience first and stood with her legs a little apart in front of one of the small sawhorses. Then Lesley joined her in the same position. They simultaneously inched backward, each hovering over their own little sawhorse. The wooden furniture was just low enough so that they could stand over it with their legs on both sides. Their bloody crotches, which still had the massive dildos pushed deep inside them, were hovering right over the surface.
Elisa was the first to press her body down. She wiggled a little and used her hands to click the connecting mechanism of the dildo shut against the top surface of the sawhorse, effectively impaling herself on top. Lesley soon followed and she decided to add even more spice to the show by leaning back on the sawhorse in such a way that the massive spiked ball of her dildo was partly visible, pushing out against the tight skin of her abdomen. It evoked some ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ from people who were watching.
Lesley removed the remote control from her wrist and Elisa used both her hands to grab and hold on to the big metal ring that hovered over her head. She nodded quickly and Lesley used her remote control to pull her friend’s body up. Slowly but surely, Elisa’s skinny body was lifted in the air. The girls took their time with this. First Elisa’s arms were pulled up and then slowly her blood-smeared torso and abdomen seemed to elongate from the stretch. Elisa’s small breasts were still pierced with the skewers she had pushed through previously. The thin woman was now slowly pulled up, away from the sawhorse she was sitting on and inch by inch the massive dildo that was buried inside her pussy was revealed again, standing tall on top of the wooden sawhorse. As more and more inches from the brutal invader became visible again, it was clear that it was fully covered in blood and slime.
Eventually Elisa was pulled up high enough for the whole 13 inch metal wire dildo to be visible again. Streams of blood ran from her tortured pussy down her thighs and plenty of blood also dripped straight down onto the dildo under her. Lesley didn’t make Elisa hang any longer than necessary and quickly lowered her partner back down to the sawhorse. You could tell they’d practiced this, because instead of landing right back on top of the dildo, Elisa first gave her body a little swing before Lesley lowered her. It was enough to enable her to land a few inches behind the dildo on the sawhorse. It was now that the audience was confronted with the size of the invader again. With skinny Elisa sitting right behind the mounted invader, it showed how deep it had penetrated her body.
Next to be pulled off of her impaler was Elisa, who dropped her remote control to the floor and stretched her own arms above her head and grabbed the ring that was hanging there. Mistress Lisa, who was watching from the side of the stage, was mesmerized by the way their bloodied gaunt bodies were stretched, showcasing the blood slut queens in all their thin, bony glory. Soon she’d join her girls on stage for the final part of the show.
Elisa also took her time lifting Elisa above the sawhorse. She may even have slowed it down a little to accommodate the ridiculously large spiked ball that filled her partner’s abdomen. But in the same way that she was relieved of her dildo, she now lifted Lesley off of hers. Just like Elisa, the girl didn’t make a sound. She just closed her eyes and held on to the metal ring that was lifted to the ceiling with a winch.
Elisa’s dildo was taller at 15 inches and its spiked ball head was massive at a width of 3.5 inches. This one was also covered in blood and slime and streams of blood ran down her thighs from her mangled pussy and some of it dropped onto the spiky ball. It seemed like the sound of drops of water falling matched the visuals on the stage perfectly.
After a few moments she was also lowered onto the sawhorse. Both skinny girls now sat behind the large torture dildos and again it became very apparent how large the invaders had been when they sat behind them.
Elisa was the first of the two to get up from the sawhorse again. She slowly pulled the two skewers from her breasts and discarded them before she started to work on Lesley’s face to remove the elaborate gag system.
When the girls were completely devoid of any decorations again, the music started to pick up again with a grating distorted guitar riff and heavy drums. Lesley grabbed some stuff and knelt down at the very front edge of the stage. She took off her shoes and started performing breast bondage on herself. Her full c-cups were not particularly huge by any standard, but they were quite large for her skinny frame and she was able to bind them at their base with thin rope. She wrapped them very tightly, binding them into quickly discoloring orbs. She obviously had enough experience in this department and quickly wrapped her left breast, then her right and fitted them with small metal rings over the thin rope. These rings, typically used to mount tubes to a surface, could be tightened with wing nuts on one side. When she was satisfied with the rings and her tits were standing up on her chest like small balls, she started fingering her bloody pussy with two hands. The audience now got to see close up how much blood was smeared on her body. From her face and hair to her ankles she was covered in dried or still running blood. In no-time she’d worked her right hand into a fist and up her pussy, fisting herself like it was nothing. Elisa quickly disappeared from view.
Lesley’s little solo show distracted the members of the audience from what was happening behind her on the stage. Several workers changed the stage setup and Elisa brought new toys and supplies up from the back of the stage in a cart. The stuff that was previously used was now being replaced with a large rectangular platform on wheels that took almost the entire width of the stage. It was not very high, but featured a large circular rotating platform in the middle. On top of this rotating segment stood a big black altar-like construction made out of cast iron and metal.
The altar itself was not extremely high, maybe just six feet or so, with the other side of the construction being approximately half that height. As it turned around on the stage, the audience got a good look at all the devilish little details – and boy, were there many!
The most noticeable on the altar were the big ornamental cast iron letters that adorned the top of the high side like a banner, no, more like a crown. It read “Oboedite praepositis deam sanguine”, “Obey the Goddess of Blood”. Under it stood an ornamental chair, also made of cast iron, right in the middle of two Roman columns holding up the letters above.
The torture chair was bolted on a slightly sloped platform that ran forward in front of it into a V-shaped basin. At the point of the V, there was a gap in the slightly higher ridge around the edge of the platform. It was obvious what this was for: any fluids running down onto the platform would pool and drip, or run, out of the tip of the basin onto whatever was directly below it. At the moment, there was nothing except for a few more metal and leather contraptions, which were surely going to be used by the two blood slut queens.
Lesley ended her fisting show but stayed on the edge of the stage. She turned around, facing away from the audience and went down on her hands and knees. She pushed her small ass up and out, which, for the first time, gave the spectators an unobstructed view of her heavily abused pussy and ass. Eagle-eyed viewers might have previously discovered it, but now it was obvious to everyone in the room that there was a very small padlock hanging from Lesley’s ass. The girl reached behind herself and tugged on it a few times, which showed that the lock was actually used to seal off her sphincter.
Elisa returned to the stage again and walked straight up to where her partner was kneeling down. Whether she took a shower or was hosed down remained unclear, but the fact of the matter was that virtually all of the dried blood was gone from her skin. She was still completely naked and plenty of her fresh scars were still bleeding, but the contrast with Lesley’s fully blood-covered body was like day and night.
Elisa pushed a trolley table in front of her. It had a weird contraption on top of it and several other parts on a shelf below. She pushed the trolley table next to Lesley, who was still fiddling with the padlock. Elisa held the key. She knelt down and unlocked it quickly, pulling the closing mechanism of the padlock from Lesley’s double pierced sphincter in one swift move.
Some sounds of awe were heard from the audience. Several spectators had never imagined let alone seen a sphincter piercing and here was a freakish girl who didn’t sport a ring or a stud, but just used a small padlock through her pierced holes.
Pretty quickly it was clear why she wore a padlock there in the first place: with the lock gone, she sported quite a gaping ass. Whether it was a trick just for show or her sphincter was actually destroyed, leaving her with a permanent gape, remained unclear as the spectators were given no time to contemplate this thought for long. Elisa had discarded the lock on the floor, and immediately started fingering Lesley’s bloody pussy, effectively obstructing the audience’s view of the girl’s ass.
She didn’t have to start slow, as four fingers instantly slid in and a firm push and twist also accommodated her thumb. Elisa’s right hand completely disappeared into Lesley’s wet cunt and she pumped it in and out a few times before she repeated the same procedure an inch or two higher in her gaping ass.
Lubricated with several well-aimed spits of saliva and Lesley’s pussy juices and blood, Elisa’s now bloodied hand also quickly disappeared into the second hole, where she seemed to push a little deeper, with half of her forearm eventually going in.
Even though these girls could probably fit much more of Elisa’s arm up Lesley’s colon, this wasn’t the goal and purpose right now. That became clear very quickly when after ten or fifteen strokes in and out, Elisa appeared to be pulling something out of Lesley’s ass!
It appeared to be a clear plastic tube that was not totally rigid, but not very flexible either. Elisa slowly pulled it out, her hand actually wrapped around one end of it for the whole procedure. When it was almost completely out, she let go, showing the audience the object that had apparently been filling Lesley’s ass the whole time up until now.
The tube was sticking about six inches out of Lesley’s ass and appeared to be filled with something. Elisa pulled the last three inches out as well and put it down on the floor between her partner’s legs.
The speakers in the theater had been blasting instrumental rock music with grating distortion riff for a while, but the music seemed to slow down again. As the hard rock mixed with classical music, Elisa moved on to the next part of their session. She got up from her knees and went over to the trolley table she had brought on stage with her. She picked up the large contraption on top and held it up to the audience.
It appeared to be quite heavy and in fact it was almost too heavy for the girls to handle. What Elisa held up was the first part of a cast iron body bondage contraption. It showed an ornamental metal helmet-like structure with several leather straps and metal pins hanging from it.
The contraption was not a full helmet. It did go over Lesley’s head, but it actually was more of a wide metal band running from the back of the top of her head down the sides, just behind her ears. It looked like it was not so easy to get the top part on, but once it was over Lesley’s head, it connected together with a wide collar around the girl’s neck.
The construction looked as beautiful as it was ingenious, with very detailed ornaments on every surface and every part fitting together around Lesley’s head like a glove. A glove that was apparently going to be an uncomfortable one, because very quickly it became apparent as Elisa fiddled with more and more components, that this helmet was not just for decoration, it was actually going to be a very harsh and very rigid body harness.
When the first part was done and Elisa took a step back to fetch part two, Lesley wore a 3” wide metal collar around her neck, which firmly held her head in place with no room to move. Running to the front from this collar on both the right and left side were leather straps that connected to a metal chin piece that featured quite a large O-ring in Lesley’s mouth. The O-ring in turn was connected at its top to two more leather straps running up to the back of her head where the actual helmet-like part of this whole contraption was. Each part of this construction was pressed tightly together by the connecting leather straps, almost crushing Lesley’s head in between.
The second part of the harness was a spine-like design which gave everyone in the audience the chills. It appeared to be flexible, but a quick demonstration by Elisa showed that each of the metal vertebrae on this particular spine could be locked into place by turning a wing nut against it. There were three thick curved metal spikes running from the center row of vertebrae to the sides. They appeared to be almost equally spaced along the length. These spikes ended in very sharp silver-colored points, with the topmost spikes being at least two inches longer than the others.
Elisa connected the top of the spine to the collar around Lesley’s neck and draped the eerie contraption over her partner’s back. It ran all the way from her neck to her ass crack. Apparently the whole length of the spine had sharp sharkfin-like pieces of metal over it, which were now standing up on Lesley’s back. At the smallest part of the skinny girl’s waist was a metal band that Elisa closed around her partner’s belly, so that the spine was firmly held in place for now. The metal band was about an inch wide and was secured on both sides with bolts and wing nuts that Elisa tightened carefully, crushing Lesley’s already tiny waist even further with the relentless metal band.
Elisa ignored the spikes on the sides for now, rather getting the third part of the harness, which appeared to be a matching dildo. She held it up for the audience to see. It was quite large and curved. It was as beautifully decorated as the rest of the harness, with intricate designs running over its full surface. At a length of about twelve inches it had a small tip resembling the spikes that also ran from the spine, but that small tip expanded to an impressive width of three inches at its base.
Instead of inserting it into Lesley right then and there, Elisa walked over to the rotating altar behind them, which came to a halt with the high part on the right side of the stage. Lesley stayed on her hands and knees, but grabbed the tube that had been extracted from her ass and crawled over to where her partner went. When she arrived, the music turned up again and soon a loud industrial grind filled the room.
Elisa mounted the large dildo on the left, lower side of the altar, which was apparently the place where Lesley would be immobilized in her harness.
The girl moved into position, still on her knees, her ankles slightly spread apart. Apparently the altar featured matching metal shackles which secured her ankles in place. With a little help from Elisa, Lesley was able to lower herself over the dildo and it disappeared into her pussy inch by inch until it appeared that her upper thighs pressed tightly against the top of her feet.
It was a tight fit, but it worked. In this position, Lesley’s harnessed head was not too far under the –V-shaped basin under the torture chair, probably just eight to ten inches away. Elisa adjusted her friend’s position a little bit and slowly but surely it became clear what the setup was going to be: Lesley would be impossibly immobilized under the altar, her mouth held open with the O-ring on her tight head harness, forcing her to swallow whatever fluid dripped down from the basin above.
The altar featured some metal bars and extensions that now clearly got a purpose: Elisa pressed Lesley down forward until her collar bones rested against an extension of the altar. A metal band that ran from this extension went around Lesley’s upper arm, just behind her shoulder, keeping her torso in place against the altar. Elisa first installed this shackle on Lesley’s right arm, which was facing the audience, then on her left arm.
This position forced Lesley to keep her arms behind her back. Elisa was about to also secure those arms and fetched the trolley table with supplies from the front of the stage. It didn’t take her long to find the next part of the harness, which consisted of a long metal pin with five inch-wide shackles on each side. These shackles could be pulled closer to the long pin in the middle or loosened. This contraption was nasty. And it was a hint of things to come: all of the shackles featured sharp pins on their insides that would surely be pressed into Lesley’s arms as they were closed.
The first set of shackles went around Lesley’s wrists, tying them tightly together against the metal pin in the middle. She didn’t flinch, it seemed, but the sharp pins were pushed harshly against her bony wrists when Elisa pulled the bolt through and installing the wing nut to close the shackle. Three more of these shackles, spaced about an inch-and-a-half apart, immobilized the girl’s lower arms while the fifth and final set, bigger than the four previous ones, went around her elbows.
Elisa had just closed the shackles. She hadn’t tightened anything yet. That would have to wait a little. With Lesley now almost firmly in her position, there were only a few more things to take care of before the job was done. Over the next minute or so, Elisa installed several thin metal pins and bars. With them, she connected the head harness to the left side of the altar, behind Lesley, effectively immobilizing the girl’s head. It was a little overkill, but another bar connected the chin piece of the head harness to the opposing side of the altar, making it impossible for Lesley to move her head at all.
Other pins and bars connected the girl’s arm shackles to the lower altar wall behind her and also the waist harness was connected to the same lower wall. All parts of this harness and altar seemed to have their nuts and bolts already installed. Elisa simply used one tool to tighten them and lock the separate parts into place.
With all connecting and joining parts in place, it was time to tighten all the shackles and install one more part of the body harness: the chest piece. Elisa started with Lesley’s arm shackles: one by one she tightened the nuts and bolts, driving the sharp metal pins into the arms of her partner. The girl was completely immobilized, so she couldn’t move a limb. The loud industrial music totally obliterated any sound that she might have made. What was obvious, however, was that she did have a physical reaction to the pins being driven into her body: her fingers tightened into fists and her toes curled. Elisa took her time first tightening the shackles themselves, driving the dozens of pins on the insides of them into Lesley’s arms. When they were as tight as they could be, Elisa added to Lesley’s torture by also tightening the bolts used to draw the shackles closer to the center pin. This forced Lesley’s arms in an almost impossible position behind her back with the full length of her forearm, up to and including her elbows virtually touching each other.
The final part of the body harness came in the form of a chest piece. Lesley had previously tightened tube mounting rings around the base of her bound breasts herself and in the meantime her breasts had turned a dark shade of purple. Elisa tightened the rings a little more and installed the chest piece of the harness over them. New rings from the chest piece actually went over the ones that were already installed, but connected to these new rings were several small but pretty long chains all around that now hung down over the sides of Lesley’s breasts. One by one they were stretched down to the bottom of the altar, where they were connected to small wheels that could be turned to tighten the pull on the rings around Lesley’s tits. Elisa tightened them as much as she could, putting quite some pull on the girl’s tits while her immobilized body strained against the harness.
It was quite a sight: Lesley was being strung up like a doll in a relentless and nasty cast iron harness. The gaunt, skinny girl had her fragile body immobilized in this torturous contraption by her partner who now started to work on what would likely be the most shocking part so far.
Up until now, Elisa had ignored the three large curved metal spikes on the spine of the harness. But this was about to change. She started at the bottom, a few inches above the metal band crushing Lesley’s waist. She tightened a wing nut that lowered a metal bar that pushed the curved spikes down, both sides simultaneously. With the curve in the spikes, their sharp silver colored tips moved down around Lesley’s torso at a speedy rate as Elisa kept tightening the wing nut. Soon they pressed against the girl’s skin. And after some more tightening, they also broke through, right between two ribs that were clearly visible on Lesley’s torso. This treatment was brutal, but it was only beginning.
The second set of spikes was turned just as tight, which drove them even deeper into Lesley’s torso at a wider point. Where the first set looked like they went in less than an inch deep, this second set easily went over an inch, possibly closer to two. The pain combined with the constant pressure was excruciating, but in her current predicament and with the loud music playing, it was hardly possible for Lesley to make this visible and audible in the theatre.
The audience had their eyes glued to the stage, though. They watched as Elisa started tightening the third and final wing nut on the metal spinal column. Soon, much sooner than the previous two, the sharp tips of the last two curved spikes felt resistance from Lesley’s skin. The final set of spikes was longer, with a slightly different curve. The tips of these soon pressed against the sides of Lesley’s bound tits, right before the metal rings that were crushed against their bases. Elisa wasn’t even halfway done with tightening the final wing nut when the tips of the spikes broke through the skin of Lesley’s tits. They must have been razor sharp, sliding through the skin like a hot knife through butter. Quicker than anyone would have imagined, more than three inches of the spikes disappeared into the tit meat, curving back and down, driving the tips of the spikes toward or again the girl’s breast plate.
When the thick 8 millimeter pins were all in place, Elisa was as good as done with her work. She picked up the tube that came from Lesley’s ass and that the girl had brought over to the altar. Apparently the top part of the tube could be taken off. Elisa produced six thick meat skewers from the tube. They were identical to the ones she had previously used to poke her own tits during the dildo 69 scene. This time around she would not use them on herself. Instead, she knelt down next to Lesley and aligned the first pin right next to the girl’s left nipple and pushed it into her tied and bulging tit meat. With the girl’s breasts bound and compressed the way they were, it didn’t take a lot of force to make the razor sharp pin break through the skin and slide in.
Elisa actually tilted the skewer outward, so that its sharp tip would exit out of Lesley’s tit again near the ring around the base. She pressed it all the way in until just the ring at the very end sat against Lesley’s areola. One by one the skewers went through, first three through her left breast, then her right. When all six thick pins were in, Elisa stood up and walked from left to right one more time, inspecting all the work she had done on Lesley.
She had done everything that she was supposed to. Lesley’s bloodied body was now impaled on the thick curved dildo on the altar, her arms and legs tightly bound with spiked shackles, her head, torso and bound breasts immobilized in an unforgiving metal harness that drove sharp pins through the skin of her chest and tits. Mouth spread wide open with an O-ring, ready to receive whatever would come down from the altar’s basin above.
And it was exactly that basin and the integrated chair on top that would be the focus of the performance for the next few minutes. Elisa walked around to the other side of the altar. She took off her shoes as well and used a small flight of steps on the back side to climb onto the right side of the structure.
This was Mistress Lisa’s cue to join her slave girls on stage for the over-the-top finale of what had been a deviously entertaining evening. Lisa carried a large tray with several items that she put down on the trolley table that Elisa had previously used. While Elisa waited next to the altar’s torture chair, Lisa picked up a devilish torture device from her tray: it was a modified Pear of Anguish.
The device was quite large for its kind, its large end resembling a baseball size American football, and matched the whole cast iron altar in style and color. At the other end where the turning handle was, hung a metal chain of about three feet in length.
Lisa briefly held it up for the audience to see before she stepped toward Lesley at the left side of the altar. This whole setup, while intriguing, had taken quite a while to put together live on stage and Lisa was aware that despite the current brutal position of Lesley, there hadn’t been any real action on stage for a while.
Lisa turned the handle at the back of the Pear to show how its three leafs spread out like a devious flower. She turned it all the way out to show the audience how wide it went. All three leafs were as beautifully decorated as the altar itself and their surfaces were far from smooth, featuring various short pins and sharkfin-like studs. As quickly as Lisa made it bloom, she made it retract and without hesitation she bent over and pushed the thick end of the device against Lesley’s large ass hole. It disappeared past her loose sphincter in moments and Lisa quickly started turning the handle when it was in place. Judging from the speed with which Lisa worked, she expanded the Pear’s flaps as quickly as she did during her little demonstration, which was quite an accomplishment on the part of both the mistress and her slave girl. The handle went as far down as it did during the little demonstration, so it was obvious to everyone watching that Lesley’s ass was being ravaged inside. It made several people wonder how many of those treatments it took for a sphincter to get loose like hers.
Lisa pulled the chain at the end of the Pear through a hole in the back of the altar and picked up three heavy weights that were part of the construction there. One by one they were hung from the chain, putting quite some pull on the Pear in Lesley’s tortured ass.
On her way over to the other side of the altar, Lisa picked up her next instrument of torture, which would actually be the last that she would use on Lesley. Whoever thought that not much could be added to the girl’s predicament was wrong: Lisa used a thick curved sewing needle to thread thin leather straps through Lesley’s lips. First she worked on the top, threading the first length of about a foot through the girl’s face on the left side. When it was in, she quickly worked the bottom on the same side and then repeated the process on the right side of Lesley’s Face. Then she discarded the curved needle and pulled the straps to the back of Lesley’s head, grotesquely stretching the girl’s lips open. The thin straps were then tied down to the head harness: the top two connected to the harness piece on the back of Lesley’s head, the bottom two to her collar. Lesley’s mouth wasn’t actually open any wider than before, but the leather straps were a nice visual addition to her predicament. It certainly looked more painful than a few moments ago.
With the younger blood slut all done for the finale, it was time for Lisa to get Elisa in position. With a little nod of her head she signaled that her longtime slave girl should take her place on the seat that was still free. To some, the chair may have looked like a throne, but soon enough everyone in the theatre realized that it was a nasty, cruel and devious throne of pain.
Its seat was entirely covered with short and sharp metal spikes, just like its armrests and its legs. Hanging to the sides of the armrests and down the legs were several hinged arches, covered with similar spikes on the inside. They had electrical wires running to them from the back of the chair.
The back rest didn’t look like anything restful at all. It was based around a metal spine which was actually shaped like a human spine, running up from the seat with many curved metal pins sticking out of its sides, some short like ribs, others longer like curved skewers until it ended in a contraption featuring many leather straps and several metal wire frames.
Elisa was brave. She sat down on the sharp spikes of the seat without hesitation. Lisa stepped up and immediately closed two shackles that connected Elisa’s ankles to the legs of the chair. Unlike Elisa, who first closed all the shackles on Lesley before tightening anything, Lisa didn’t wait for everything to be in place. As soon as the shackles closed around Elisa’s ankles, Lisa tightened them with the same tool that was previously used by Elisa herself, driving the sharp pins inside into the girl’s legs.
As invisible as Lesley’s pain had been due to her position, so obvious was Elisa’s suffering. The girl screamed and twisted and writhed on the spiky seat, grabbing hold of the arm rests instinctively, only to realize that she was cutting her own hands open on the sharp spikes that lined the furniture.
Lisa laughed the way she always did when her slaves worsened their predicament themselves. Elisa inspected her bleeding hands and braced herself for the tightening of the second ankle cuff, clearly trying to avoid making the same mistake twice. She knew full well, however, that even though she could try her hardest, resistance against this altar was futile. Already from her movement on top of the seat, she was bleeding heavily again from her buttocks and thighs. When both cuffs were tightened and all the pins on the inside were driven into Elisa’s ankles, she couldn’t move her feet anymore.
Mistress Lisa moved on to the head harness that sat on top of the chair’s freaky spinal column. It was similar to the one that Lesley wore and also featured a wide cast iron collar that went around Elisa’s neck. Instead of an O-ring, Elisa received a fairly large ball gag that was secured with leather straps around her head. Lisa fiddled with some of the nuts and bolts on the spine to really straighten it, forcing Elisa to sit up straight like a candle. Lisa tilted the girl’s head backwards in an uncomfortable position by tilting the wide metal collar. When it was sealed in place, she added to Elisa’s predicament by screwing several thick and pointy bolts into neatly spaced holes all along the surface of the neck collar. The metal collar was about half an inch thick itself and these bolts were about an inch long. Eight of them were completely screwed into their matching holes all around Elisa’s neck, pressing their sharp pins relentlessly into the girl’s throat and neck, making it even more impossible for her to even move a muscle.
After a minute or so, several small streams of blood ran down from behind the wide collar, illustrating that this performance was real and unforgiving and that Mistress Lisa’s Blood Slut Queens meant business.
Elisa’s hands were also shackled to the arm rests in the same way that her ankles were immobilized against the chair’s legs. When they were tied down, Lisa stepped to the right side of the altar and it looked like she flipped a switch. Instantly several spot lights that were previously invisible turned on and started lighting the two girls tied up in the torture device. In addition, three arm-like contraptions rose up from the underside of the altar. Everyone in the audience looked up in amazement. There seemed to be more to this altar than anyone had previously thought.
Several things happened fairly quickly after another: Lisa pressed a button and almost instantly the four hinged arches with the spikes inside closed around Elisa’s forearms and lower legs, effectively pinning her limbs to the spiked surface of the chair. The girl couldn’t move or make a sound, but the pain was excruciating. Immediately afterward, two of the three arm-like implements smacked down on Elisa’s chest and retracted instantly.
Blood ran down from Elisa’s small breasts to her abdomen. What became very apparent is that those two arms had one purpose only: smack a sharp spiked surface against Elisa’s chest with considerable force. As soon as everyone realized what was happening, the arms smacked down once more.
Lisa had stepped away to the right front side of the stage and held a wireless controller in her hands. She showed it to the audience and allowed Lady Victoria on the front row to press one of the buttons. Almost instantly the arms smacked down on Elisa’s bleeding breasts again. Lisa asked her friend to come up on stage for a demonstration of the machine.
Lady Victoria didn’t have to think twice and was up on stage next to her friend in no time. Lisa explained how the wireless controller worked. The thing was identical to a gaming console controller, featuring two analog sticks for movement, a d-pad with four directional buttons and four color-coded action buttons. On the back of the device were two trigger buttons as well as two bumper buttons. All of them seemed to have some kind of function.
Due to the loud music, none of the spectators could hear what the two mistresses were discussing, but it quickly became apparent what this machine could do. One of the analog sticks controlled the movement of the arms that had now made a bleeding mess of Elisa’s already tortured tits. The press of a button activated them and two of the d-pad buttons were used to increase or decrease intensity of their impact.
Lady Victoria tried one of the suggestions Lisa had given her and when she pressed the action button again, the two arms adjusted themselves and smacked down on Elisa’s lower torso. The two mistresses played around like this for a minute or two in which the poor Elisa had to endure the machine’s relentless force time and time again. When Lisa thanked Victoria and let her return to her seat, the slave girl honored her name Blood Slut Queen: even though she was mostly cleaned up after her previous detour backstage, she was now once again fully covered in her own blood, which was running down her body from the many puncture wounds created by the machine. Even though the wounds were shallow, they produced a lot of blood and Lisa pointed at the V-shaped tip of the basin that Elisa’s chair was sitting on. Apparently there had been a plug of sorts that she now removed, letting all the freshly pooled blood drip down, straight into Lesley’s grotesquely stretched open mouth.
It was quite a sight and the whole scene was very well lit by the machine itself, so the audience could see exactly what was happening. The two stars of the show didn’t move at all in their bondage. Lisa made Elisa’s body stretch a little bit by using the remote control to lift the collar around her neck. The mistress was not done with her girls yet. There was one more robotic arm on the machine that she had yet to demonstrate and it was now time to do so.
Using the wireless controller, she moved the third arm up and forward. It extended from the machine from under Elisa’s chair and now bent towards the immobilized slave girl. Several members of the audience almost got up from their seats to get a better view when they realized that at the end of this third arm was nothing less than an oscillating surgical saw! The tool operated noiseless, it seemed, unable to break through the wall of distorted guitars and pounding drums that blasted through the theater.
Lisa dictated its every move with the wireless controller and for starters, she moved the rotating blade forward toward Elisa’s left arm. Apparently almost everything about the tool could be adjusted. Its blade, about three inches in diameter, started out in a vertical position, but was now completely horizontal. Lisa guided it forward some more until it hit the skin of Elisa’s upper left arm and created a shallow gash.
Some more ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ emerged from the spectators as the mistress created a pattern of cuts identical to the ones Lesley had created on Elisa’s right arm with a razor blade not too long ago.
Even though the cuts were not as deep as they could have been, they did what they were supposed to do: they produced blood. Lisa continued her assault on Elisa’s body by moving the rotating blade over her upper thighs until they were also covered in blood.
Whenever enough blood pooled in the basin to run down, it ran or dripped straight into Lesley’s mouth. The girl was one with the machine, unable to move or interact in any way, shape or form. Since the speed at which the blood came varied from time to time, some of the fluid had not gone straight into her mouth, but spilled on her face, which was now covered in it.
Everyone in the theater was shocked at the brutal, calculated and mechanical manner in which Lisa exsanguinated her slave girl. Her blood loss was getting to the level now where she would soon pass out, if she hadn’t already, but somehow the spectators knew that was exactly what the goal was. Of course they’d seen the previous show where Alyssa blacked out from her brutal treatment. This final act was already surpassing that one.
Lisa was done with the girl’s legs. She moved the oscillating blade back up, toward Elisa’s chest, where it hovered right in front of the fresh stitches that Lesley had given her after slicing the meat of her small breasts with a razor blade at the start of this session.
The blade only hovered momentarily. Then it moved forward and sliced straight through the stitches, opening up the fresh gash in Elisa’s breast and adding a little depth in the process. Lisa didn’t retract the arm, but used her controller to move it over to the other side of Elisa’s torso, slicing through everything in its path, creating an almost foot long gash across the poor girl’s chest.
But that wasn’t it yet for Elisa. As quickly as the blade moved from right to left, it moved back from left to right about an inch or so higher, right above the girl’s nipples. As brutal as some of the previous treatments had been, this had to be the worst. This was messier than a murder scene and there was no way to tell if the immobilized girl was even conscious or not. Her head was pulled up and backward, giving the audience no view of her eyes and her mouth had been ball gagged for a while now.
When the second gash was done, Lisa walked away to the side of the stage, giving the audience an unobstructed view of the profusely bleeding Elisa and the blood running down the basin into Lesley’s mouth. As the mistress disappeared, the rotating blade retracted out of view and when she was about to step off the stage, she tapped the button for the pin smackers three more times.
The machine smacked the sharp spiked surfaces against Elisa’s chest three more times in the same fashion it had before, compressing the sliced flesh and squeezing more blood out. As the flow of blood from this last brutal assault ran down Elisa’s abs, dropped from the chair and pooled in the basin, the lights went down slowly on the stage, leaving one spot light from the machine on Lesley’s open mouth until it had received the last big splash from above. Then the stage went completely dark.
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