“But you can’t take away Sara from me. I brought her here… and what will happen to Erin?” said Mistress Gabriela.
“Erin will go back to the boutique expecting further orders”, said Mistress Vicki. “Sara will be broken by the new incoming sadistic girl. She is called Marylou. She is here with her Mistress Amy and will take control of Karla right now. You won’t see Karla for a while”.
“But why?”, said Gabriela.
“There’s gossip you’re not as heartless and cold as you were. Gossip says Karla has found a soft spot in your heart, so we decided we need this sadistic supernova to break and made shreads of our own submissive star and devour her in the explosion. We need soon a fully broken lesbian puppet, a ragged puppet, a mindless one: Karla’s”, said Mistress Vicki.
Mistress Gabriela was very angry.
“You’ll travel back to Perth after a few days because Amy and Marylou will be staying with us for a time of observation. You’ll be back also with them to their lesbian lodge. Now you knoe all. Be gone”.
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After that I closed the door and I heard the unmistakably sound of Gabriela’s High Heels Shoes going away. I was now really alone.
I know something outside is going to happen outside because the lights in the room are dimmed but the sound stays as it is and does not diminish. There are four cameras, two of general bodies and two of details / close-ups. What I have seen have only been general and distant shots, as if nothing else were passed to me so that I did not see well who it was. There is always a very thin girl, very attractive in her thinness, who attracts my glances because of that, small breasts, long legs, small hips, but all of her harmonious and attractive: she is a bitch, true daughter of a mean bitch, whose domination overflows sadism. She is dedicated to dominating and tormenting women older than her, already in her late 40s and early 50s, some very attractive executive types and others hams, her favorite victims.
Her trainer is Mistress Vicki. She teaches Marylou whipping, candle wax on body, bdsm ties until almost breaking the spine of the slaves, to torture their tits with ropes and needles. One specialty that Vicki taught the teen girl Marylou was how to force the hams to wear ballet boots to destroy their feet and insteps just by standing, let alone trying to walk with them. But after Vicki teaches her, the girl has a sadistic inventiveness that hams suffer especially: when tying them, she not only arches them, but uses knots in their necks to play with their suffocation, because when the legs get tired they tend to stretch and that pulls the knot in the neck and the hams strangle themselves. Several times Vicki cut that tie when the hams were shaking in the panic of suffocating without Marylou intervening to stop the torment. In others, the girl knew how to handle the whip so skillfully that, with the beautiful hams stretched out in an X cross of torment, she would whip them exactly in the cunt, making them shake in pain. But perhaps what most terrified them -and me- was the girl’s laugh, of an incredible sadistic freshness, which denoted her happiness but froze the blood of the tormented hams.
Everything on screens. I saw the training of the girl to turn her into a very tough Mistress, almost soulless, and therefore super attractive for all the submissives who fell into her hands. Like her I have really seen few. That, when I was able to look out a few times through the door that leads to the hall, happened at the end in the illuminated area of the mattress and the mirrors. In front of me there was another door, which I never knew what it contained, and another door at the bottom of the other end, perhaps the exit. When at night I heard between dreams and the sounds of low DVD sor streamings, I could hear the heels that walked the hall, and the occasional howl of pain from a slave. Other times, between dreams too, I wondered if my Mistress Gabriela had been trained like the teen girl and, also, by the woman who looks like Vicki Chase.
The days passed but I remember an indelible one. That day the door to the long corridor was opened and Marylou entered the room.
“Hello Karl bitch. They tell me that you have come a long way, that you are already more submissive and you are on your way to being an almost perfect slave. But I want to prove the wood you are made of ”, said Marylou.
Having said this, a woman, about 45 years old, entered the room afterwards. I saw that she had better years but now she is grotesque. She is not ugly, she is grotesque. She is a fat woman who must weigh more than 120 kilos, but she is not a nice chubby, she is horrible. Her flesh not only have stretch marks but fat wrinkles one on top of the other, a sign that she was fatter and lost weight, wrinkled skin, like sandpaper and fat stripes on fat stripes. Her sagging and flabby breasts, her withered thighs and the most terrible look I have ever seen, hungry, insatiable, devouring eyes; more than sadists they were of a void that devoured everything around her. When she saw me she didn’t even smile, she only saw something else in me that she could devour and disappear inside her, in her disgusting fat. She moved towards me and I retreated to the bed. Mistress Marylou put in a chair, sat comfortably ready to watch and said to the fat woman:
“She is all yours, feast on her meat.”
She came up to me, took me by the head and kissed me while I was shaking. I felt Marylou’s gaze fixed on me the whole time, but the fat woman’s hands, which looked like sausages, were groping me. She began to twist my nipples hard, while she watched my reaction with an impassive, zombie-like gaze. I fell apart inside when she carried me and threw me on the bed and then she threw herself over me. I almost fainted from the blow of her body on mine. She covered me almost completely as she was also taller than me. She covered me as long I am, and the weight of her was unbelievable.
Marylou saw everything and she smiled. She knew it was the beginning of another humiliation, different, different from the ones I knew. The fat woman kissed me with her full lips, with her mouth with a hanging jowl. They weren’t hard or dominant kisses, they were greasy, invasive from the excess meat. She then she sat on my hip and her weight almost unbalanced my bones, it was as if an elephant was stepping on my belly.
Marylou handed her a very thin long needle. The fat woman has done it before because of her ability. She took the base of my right nipple and began to stick the needle in that part of my breast, crossing only from one end of my areola to the other with the needle and then, over my breasts, she directed it to my other areola to make it pass under my left nipple. I was so scared that the pain was not sharp but dull and constant. My two nipples were now pierced and she was watching her work without emotion from her, with those empty eyes. I turned to see Mistress Marylou, but she only looked concentrated in what the fat woman did to me and my reactions, without letting me know what was going through her mind.