Temple of Torture – Vanessa’s First Journey by ViperVenom
Three slavegirls get horribly tormented ,
DISCLAIMER: 1. This story is fiction. 2. This story is FICTION! 3. The author doesn’t endorse or play down violence and brutality of any kind against living beings in general and females in special.
The author insists on the consumption only by those legally of age and where ADULT MATERIAL isn’t prohibited by law. If you get offended by those topics, stop reading. Venom, September 2007 Synopsis: Three slavegirls (“a ponygirl, a painslut and a snuffette”) became attractions at the “Heaven’s Gate Exhibition”, an extreme and exclusive underground torture fair. Their deliciously cruel Mistress guides them to unknown hights of suffering. This is a loose sequel to “Temple of Torture” (that can be found at the public story area of this site). The author recommends to read “Temple of Torture” first for becoming acquainted with the characters’ backgrounds. Temple of Torture Vanessa’s First Journey PROLOGUE Still the Grand Mistress’ words rang in Vanessa’s head: “A ponygirl, a painslut and a snuffette.
” At noon, Vanessa, Kate and the very young brunette with the long beautiful hair had been chosen by their cruel goddess and been brought to the south-eastern wing of the old, concrete, shelter-like complex. Here they had been soaped, washed and douched by slavemaids in a sterile looking huge room, almost a hall. Furthermore Kate and Vanessa had got their bellies pressurised with chemical enemas. Afterwards the trio had been collared tightly. Hands cuffed in front and their ankles chained, all three had been hanged nude on hooks running in a rail at the ceiling, just like in slaughterhouses. Being lifted off the white-tiled floor, they had dangled helplessly. One of the slavemaids had taken the long chain dangling from the dainty brunette’s collar and had headed towards the big roller shutter at the far end of the room, where the ceiling rail was leading to.
The long-haired slavegirl’s hook had started to move, the chains from collar to collar had tightened, and finally Kate and then Vanessa followed their companion. All three had groaned as the pain in their shoulders reached intolerable levels through body weight and movement. The roller shutter opened as they had reached it. Behind it had been a smaller room, maybe ten metres deep, with a concrete platform of about three metres length at the right wall and a second gate in the far one; just like an airlock. Relieved Vanessa had seen that a second rail branched off the main one, leading them over the 60 centimetres high platform so they had could reach ground with their feet. The slavemaid had left wordless, the inner gate had shut and darkness had swallowed the trio. SLAVEGIRL TALK The sweet brunette was the first daring speak: “Damn, I’m just to short!
” Kate’s eyes had get used to the darkness. The petite slave before her, five feet, two inches of height, was dancing sexily on her tiptoes the whole time. Her exceptionally long hair was waving with the motion, cascaded in light curls down her shoulders to the small of her back. Kate could reach the cold floor better, and her lover Vanessa behind her could stand almost flat on balls and heels. “Be quiet!” the tall blonde whispered “What’s your name?” Kate asked.
“Kate! shhhHHH!” Vanessa hissed. “Michelle. Hello, Kate.” “Shut up, both! I beg you!
” “Relax.” Michelle tried to turn around, but spun back by the tension of the cuff’s chain after ninety degrees. “I know this area. I has been here before. They have stored us here because they are busy. It’s not a trap. Here are no microphones or stuff like that.
You are the two lovers Grand Mistress has tortured so cruelly, right? Kate! And your name is…you are..
.?” Vanessa moaned: “I’m dead meat!” “Huh?” “You have heard the Grand Mistress: a ponygirl – that’s obviously you; a painslut – that’s what this sadistic bitch wants to change my poor Katie into; and a snuffette – a silly cow like me, getting snuffed slowly.” Her voice had got a light crack at the last words. “Vanessa, don’t.
..” Kate had been more successful in turning around. Now she was hobbling towards her lover to comfort her, working against collar and hook. Behind her Michelle protested as the collar chain tightened, pulling the leather, buckled around her neck, against her larynx, choking her. “Grand Mistress won’t snuff you!” she croaked.
“Why not? She said it…you know something?! Where will we be taken?
” the Italian beauty said louder than intended. Kate turned around again, eager to hear the answer. Vanessa investigated further: “You’ve said that you has been here before; and that all are busy! What’s happening?!” “I’ve no idea what is happening!” Michelle damned her loose tongue.
Kate pulled herself up on the hook and rammed her knees into the back of Michelle’s thighs. “Oouuwwaa! Bitch!” “Tell us! I’ve learned a lot from these sadistic whores here!” “We are not supposed to know it! If Grand Mistress finds out.
..” ” ‘No microphones or stuff like that’ somebody told me. The same who will tell me about our destination!” Kate nudged her again. “Ooouuuww! Stop it!
” “Well…?” Michelle moaned. These nudges really hurt! And every time the strawberry blonde athletic bitch badgered her, she lost her balance.
And, finally, she was absolutely sure that this was just a logistic area. “Okay, okay! I’ve overheard that we are going to the Heaven’s Gate Exhibition, some kind of slave market and show for torture methods.” The hysterical undertone in Vanessa’s voice was evident: “And from that you conclude that I’m NOT getting snuffed?!” “Wait! The exhibition has started four days ago.
Tonight will be the main event, presented by Grand Mistress.” She heard Vanessa almost go crazy. “No, wait! I was there two years ago! Of course there are snuff shows, and Grand Mistress’ performance will include extreme tortures. But She has a very high reputation, so She’ll only use Her best slaves, slaves She ‘ll never sell or kill!” Vanessa was far from being convinced: “I’m surely none of Her best slaves.
” “She likes you. Both of you.” “Are you crazy?! Do you know what this witch had done to us?!” “Yes, I was there.
..” “Wha…you are the girl that fitted these terrible shoes to me!” “Yes, I’m sorry, but.
,.” She paused and pull herself up on the chain to relieve her cramping calve muscles, causing more pain in her shoulders. “…She forced me..
.” – “I know. You don’t have to apologise.” Although standing, more or less, the trio’s shoulder joints were still strained by their upraised arms. All of them now were suffering from severe cramps in shoulders and backs. The handcuffs’ metal was cutting mercilessly into their wrists. Especially Michelle’s voice was filled with pain.
Furthermore the stretching of their slim bodies made it hard to breathe and talk. But talking was the only thing they could do to deal with their situation. “Extreme tortures, you said?” Vanessa asked after some minutes. “Nothing both of you haven’t already endured inhumanly long.” “Great. Hear that, Katie?