And it was the lightest one… Simultaneously to Kate’s ordeal under the scourge Vanessa was hanging in the next room. She had been chained some minutes ago in the very same way as Kate. A female body, stretched out real tightly, would be split open by the whip so beautifully. The slender slave was already in serious pain.
Shoulders and hip were aching, her whole mouth swollen and blistered. The itching on her legs from having kneeled in Michelle’s urine was by far her smallest problem. “I want you to welcome my newest toy!” The Grand Mistress held some kind of razorwhip in front of Vanessa’s face. The blonde had been razorwhipped before, with a model carrying blades on its lashes. But this instrument had chains, and each chain link was a blade itself. Grand Mistress Gillian let the metal whip run over the slave’s beautiful face without adding any force.
Vanessa clenched her eyes shut as the impossibly sharp edges cut her skin due to the mere contact. Thin red lines appeared, filled with blood, but actually too fine to bleed. “Imagine the experience when I pussywhip you with this joy giver! It would take everything away: you would be blank down there after the first dozen of strokes.” Vanessa shuddered at the thought of her last pussywhipping. The Grand Mistress had used a needlewhip on her freshly shaven vulva after tenderising it first with the strap, then with a ‘normal’ multi-thonged pussywhip. After having worked her genitals over for centuries, She had chosen vinegar to make Vanessa’s most female parts nice and clean again.
Grand Mistress Gillian hadn’t change anything of Her clothing for the forthcoming session, just opened the zipper of Her cat suit, so the inner sides of Her perfect breasts became visible. “But first things first. Since you are born in Italy I would like to introduce you into the history of that country. This device…” She loved to show Her victims the instruments before starting with the torture and let a second, longer, three-thonged whip dangle in front of Vanessa’s eyes.
“…is inspired by the roman ‘flagrum taxillatum’. Like the ancient original my eager slavekisser has a dumbbell-like lead weight at the end of each leather tongue. There is no problem to use it for executions. Now you understand why it’s so important that you are tied up tightly.
So I can aim properly and wouldn’t tear any useful organs inside your sweet body. Letting you escape this way would be a shame.” Grand Mistress Gillian’s last words were escorted by an excruciating, gag-filtered howl as behind the wall Kate couldn’t suppress her screams any more. “Sounds like your lovely friend has a little lead. So let us start, too.” Vanessa knew what was necessary to make Kate scream and that she was in for a similar treatment. The hissing sound behind her let the pitiful blonde shriek before her back was actually licked by the first stroke.
The horrible kiss of the leather tails sliced into her as she had it felt uncounted times before. but then, with highest acceleration, the lead pearls found their aims. At the very first moment she felt just coldness on the hit parts as the blood was pressed away, but then an agony of unbearable sharpness exploded, radiating through her tissue and into her bones. The violated spots felt like the lead balls had lodged in her flesh. Slowly, so slowly, each fiery spot eased off to a dull, pulsating pain, but was replaced by three new in the same time. Due to her body’s extremely tight stretch, the lashes didn’t just draw bloody welts but open up her back and flanks completely. With every stroke a blood-curdling scream rose in Vanessa’s burned throat, but then the lead tips let her skin burst open and her flesh explode and the pain became so bad that it crushed her lungs.
If the Grand Mistress wouldn’t paused after each stroke, the blonde would had been fainted from the lack of oxygen long ago. But as a true sadist the redhead woman gave Her victim enough time to savour every single detail. Without any hurry She let the savage whip play around Vanessa’s rips and trace her shoulder blades while dotting her breast and belly in the most heinous ways. Vanessa’s shredded screams echoed shrilly in the ugly room as she was disciplined like a real roman slave. By now new urine had arrived in her bladder and sprayed out of her body with every second or third lash. After forty strokes the Grand Mistress forced Herself to stop. The blonde slut was impudently at the edge of passing out.
Grand Mistress Gillian let the wicked scourge sink. Her face was wet with blood, Her crotch wet with excitement. Not many things were more erotic than a sexy blood-whipping. Setting aside the bloody flagrum, Grand Mistress Gillian gave Her pain-wrecked slavegirl an injection. Vanessa’s eyes got an insane expression as the stimulant coerced her back into full consciousness. “Feeling warmed up, my dear?” Vanessa’s only answers were sobs and incoherently stammering.
The Grand Mistress disconnected the feet chains from the ground, fastened them to a pulley and raised Vanessa’s still wide-spread legs until the crying slave was hanging nearly horizontally. Suspended by aching arms and legs, the Italian had her defenceless vagina obscenely opened and perfectly positioned in height and angle. Grand Mistress Gillian poked with a finger on some spots of the bald pussy, where the lead tips had done their dreadful work. Each time She was rewarded with a high-pitched scream. She had decided to prepare the blonde beauty with the tawse. The broad, split leather strap reddened the mons veneris most nicely. On the yet unharmed flesh it created a deep, almost unbearable stinging, but on the scourge-licked spots it felt like getting hammered blunt nails right into the pelvis bone.
The Grand Mistress was pleased and impressed that Her victim was still able to scream in highest octaves. Twelve hits, and Vanessa’s crotch was prepared for REAL pain. Grand Mistress Gillian took the razorwhip. “NOOOOO, PLLEEAAATHHH NOOO!” Vanessa’s burned tongue managed to articulate. The Grand Mistress hit her across the breasts, slicing up her tit meat. “Yes, of course, cute-cunt!
What do you think you are here for?” Then the first stroke whipped her pussy, and the pain was beyond anything her mind was able to recognise; beyond former sessions with a razorwhip kissing her back, beyond earlier pussywhippings, beyond the recent scourging. The agony made her puke out some of the water she had been forced to drink, the gastric acid in it burned in her breast’s and belly’s wounds. But Vanessa wasn’t able to realise the burning, there was only the sensation of having cut out her femininity. Again the Grand Mistress struck, and red hot pain raced through the Italian’s vulva, trying to tear her abdomen apart. Her muscles cramped horribly, then relaxed, and what was left in her bladder spilt out. “What up with all you young girls nowadays?
Don’t you have any manners?” Grand Mistress Gillian caught a handful and deeply rubbed the urine into Vanessa’s beaten pudenda. Then She waited and let it sting revoltingly while listening to the girl’s shrill shrieks. After half a minute She took a glass bottle. “I don’t like my slaves smelling like piss-whores.” Vanessa’s screams reached unbelievable heights as her split genitals were meticulously cleaned with pure alcohol. The demoniac liquid even washed out her vaginal cavity and the urethra’s opening.