On the other hand this position allowed her to cover her breasts and crotch with her upper arms or hands respectively – a luxury she had missed far too long. Her shame and decency were something the Grand Mistress hadn’t tortured out of her…yet. Since Vanessa was kneeling in the stand’s left part, having the concrete block behind her and facing the far front wall where they had entered, she couldn’t see where the Grand Mistress had taken Kate and Michelle to. The big brazier to her left blocked her view.
At least this spared her the sight of the girl being whipped to slow death and the other one getting the vacuum torture. Though it wasn’t too warm in the turbine house, thanks to the ventilation, Vanessa soon was covered in sweat. The heat emitted by the brazier dried her out, except for her own tasty urine she hadn’t drank anything for the last eight or nine hours, and the acid from her bladder was still burning in her dildo-ripped gullet. She wouldn’t be at all surprised if the pepper in her vagina had increased her thirst, too! Vanessa closed her eyes and tried to suppress her premonitions, tried to forget where she was. The noise became a torrent of sounds without any details when she opened her mind to her desperation. Vanessa didn’t know what was coming for her, but it would be horrible.
The Grand Mistress had brought them to this hell for a certain reason. Michelle had talked about a ‘main event’… Vanessa turned her head in a scared motion as far as her collar allowed it when she felt fingers gliding through her golden hair. A man leaned over her, checking indecently her attributes. “What’s up, sleepyhead?
” His sardonic sneer told Vanessa all the things he wanted to do to her. “Does nobody take care of you?” “She isn’t for sale! And don’t touch my property!” Grand Mistress Gillian approached, followed by a slavemaid. “Excuse me! Of course not!
” and gone he was! The Grand Mistress fixed Vanessa’s hair gently. “Just another short-dicked idiot. We girls have to stick together, right?” “Yes, Grand Mistress.” For a brief moment she truly wanted to thank her tormentress! “You dumb cunt!
” she scolded herself immediately, “don’t you see that She is manipulating you! She is fucking your mind!” Meanwhile the slavemaid had kneeled next to the Grand Mistress, head submissively bowed. With outstretched arms she held a silver tray with a carafe and a glass in front of her. Grand Mistress Gillian filled the glass with water from the carafe and held it to Vanessa’s chapped lips. “You must be really thirsty – just drink.” Greedily the blonde gulped the freezing cold liquid, even swallowed the ice cubes.
What a relief! The water moisten her dry pharynx, the coldness took away the roughness in her throat. The glass was refilled and again Vanessa emptied it in a second. Water ran from corners of her mouth and dropped from her chin. Drinking the third glassful, she slowed down a bit. The coldness had started to hurt her teeth, but she didn’t care. Who knows when she’ll get some water again.
She could feel the water travelling down her oesophagus and into her stomach where it was spreading its coldness. The fourth glass was offered, and Vanessa supposed that the Grand Mistress was refuelling her for some more watersports. Now it took her longer to empty the glass. Not that her body didn’t need any more liquid, but she had drunk too fast at the start, and now her already shaky stomach rebelled. She had to force herself to accept the fifth and last glassful of water, but if she didn’t, the Grand Mistress would do it for her. Grand Mistress Gillian set the glass to the empty carafe onto the try and dismissed the slavemaid. “A little better now?
” “Yes, Grand Mistress. Thank You, Grand Mistress.” “And since you have drunk your water like a good girl, I will not add even more to your punishment.” Vanessa looked scared, not understanding why some little relief had to be paid with amounts of suffering. “Do you think I’ve forgotten your little show with the cops?” With more brutality than necessary She shoved a far too large ring gag into her slave’s mouth and buckled it extra-tightly. Once again, like many times before, it was unbelievable for Vanessa how far her jaw muscles could be stretched.
“Let’s see if we can make you a little less noisy.” The Grand Mistress put a heatproof mitten over Her gloved right hand and grabbed a glowing piece of coal out of the brazier with it. In sheer panic Vanessa tried to rise and crawled on her knees as far away as her wrist chain allowed it, what wasn’t much. With Her left hand Grand Mistress Gillian seized the slave by her hair, then brought the angrily burning coal to the blonde’s twisting face. For a moment She enjoyed the tension, the panic and fear of Her victim going to be punished. Then She stuffed the heated carbon into Vanessa’s defenceless mouth. Though the Grand Mistress was holding Her mitten-protected hand over the slave’s mouth, Vanessa’s howls were deafening.
Her hysterical breathing transported light steam and smell of burned flesh through her nostrils. Grand Mistress Gillian allowed the blonde’s head some movement, but let Her hand pressed on the mouth while Vanessa tried frantically to push the glowing coal out with her tongue. The howling turned into a guttural gargle. “Swallow it, cunt, or it will burn away your tongue!” Again Vanessa pushed the coal in vain against the mitten over her mouth. By now the top of her tongue felt like burning by itself and the suffering girl, knowing no other way out, tried to scream and swallow at once. But collared and with her mouth being so wide opened, swallowing was more than difficult, especially with the agonising pain preventing any coordination.
The intense heat burned her palate, then the back of her tongue and mouth. She managed to get the glowing coal into her throat, but gagged and retched it into her blistering mouth again. Nearly insane with agony, the blonde thrashed around like a berserk, then Grand Mistress Gillian hauled Her slave’s head all the way back. With her last fragment of will Vanessa swallowed again, pure pain ripped down her oesophagus, so slowly, then stroke the insides of her stomach’s walls, reached the organ’s lower part – then died there in the still cold water Vanessa had drunk. Grand Mistress Gillian removed the ring gag from the seriously damaged mouth. “Too bad you haven’t left some of the water. It would ease your pain a little.
” She let the sobbing and whimpering slave on her knees, removed the mitten and turned away. That bitch will think twice before she opened her mouth again. A horrible scream could be heard from the girl at the vacuum device. The inner wall of the thin glass tube was splashed in red. The spectators cheered. COOPERATION Grand Mistress Gillian headed to the far end of the colossal foundation block where a good friend of Her had His stand. Unfortunately He had been unable to come in person – until now.
Master Nathan had arrived just one hour ago from Japan and was still impressed: in the Land of the Rising Sun slave trades and torture fairs in the dimensions of the HGE took place three or four times a year. Nevertheless it was a matter of honour to be represented at the HGE and furthermore taking part at the main event. This year it would be exceptionally pleasant since His esteemed friend Grand Mistress Gillian wasn’t just going to host the main event, but moreover show something by Her own. Master Nathan smiled. The fire-red waves of hair could be seen for miles. The Grand Mistress entered the stand and held out Her right hand. The dark-haired man in a tailor-made suit and waistcoat, some years younger than Her, with a youthful appearance and a beard like the one of a musketeer, stepped towards Her and kissed Her hand.