The tortured blonde got insane as the Grand Mistress used the razorwhip again. The stimulant boiling in her blood forced her experience the deep-flaying of her cunt-lips and clitoris. The blade’s tips dug into her, then cut cleanly through her flesh. Unwillingly they let their wounded prey go as Grand Mistress Gillian pulled them away for the next stroke. Again the girl was hit. One of the thongs invaded especially deeply and stuck in near the anus. It was brutally pulled away and opened a horrible gash from the right labium’s outer side, along the clit’s root, almost to Vanessa’s belly button, splitting her clitoral hood.
The scream rose into the most extreme spheres of sounds a human being was able to create, then broke down as the slave’s voice failed with a ugly scratching. More blood than ever poured from the cruel wounds and ran down between the arse cheeks to rain onto the floor. The Grand Mistress knew that, if She ever wanted any more fun with Her blonde slavegirl, She had to stop now and staunch the serious bleedings the abominable whip had caused. While Vanessa’s body was melting in torture-pain, her lover was crossing hell, too. It would have been unimaginable for the Italian, but the scourging of Kate’s flesh was even far worse. With the stamina of a true fanatic the Inferior Mistress was systematically carving Her hate into the helpless victim. Kate had found some slack, not in her bondage but in her body itself, to struggle violently under the impact impulses.
The extra-heavy scourge didn’t slash like the razorwhip Vanessa was enjoying right now. It was a even more perverted version of the flagrum, but able not just to torture with whip-thongs and weights, but also truly ripping away the flesh with claws and hooks. Even without the additional parts the highly accelerated chains would let the hit skin burst open immediately. Due to Inferior Mistress Zo? outrages several of Kate’s ribs were broken. Now the dark-haired tormentress aimed for the kidneys. “Piss blood, whore!
” The slave’s lower flanks got uglily coloured and Kate uttered a retching sound into her gag. “Sorry, I can’t hear you.” The Inferior Mistress let the air out of the torturous device that had tormented Kate’s mouth for over two hours. The gag was taken out and left the lower jaw freely dangle in the muscles and tendons. With sadistic pleasure the young pain-giver reached with both thumbs in Kate’s mouth, grabbed the jaw with all fingers and smashed it back into the swollen sockets. Kate cried. “Say ‘Thank you!
‘, ungrateful bitch!” But Kate didn’t dare move her aching jaw and crushed tongue, being sure to damage the joints and muscles even more by forming words. “Ohhh, wait! You WILL speak!” Another stroke to one of the last spots which hadn’t been destroyed yet. Kate’s tightly stretched body split once again. “Beg for mercy!
” Only unintelligible noises came from the reddish-blonde who was choking on her own shrieks. “Come on, bitch! Beg!” She gave her the by far cruellest stroke till now, ripping lines of flesh from the bleeding woman’s body. Kate searched desperately for breath, then screamed, screamed, and begged. The muscle of her right arse cheek was being half ripped away. “Beg me to stop!
” Frantically she screamed for an end while her urine washed the blood from her inner thighs. The left arse cheek… “Beg me to hurt Vanessa instead of you!” “NEVAAAHHHR!” Kate articulated in a scream of pure agony.
“Beg me, and I will aim for your vital organs; and after ten or fifteen strokes there will be no pain for you any more.” “AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHNNnnnnNNNOOOOHHhhooo!” The scourge had reached over her right shoulder and had for the sixth or seventh time punished what had been left of Kate’s right breast. “You just begged me for mercy, didn’t you? That’s my condition.” This was mindfucking, of course. The Inferior Mistress was far away from being permitted to let Kate die.
Instead the sadistic woman was beating the screaming slave to near death with repetitive strokes around the flanks to tear away tits and belly-meat, but masterfully avoided to drive any bone splinters of the destroyed ribs into inner organs. Kate’s latest inhuman sound was mixed with a really impressive scream from Vanessa next door. The young torturer hoped that Her victim had heard and realised this shriek. But all good things had to come to an end, and at some point the beaten bitch didn’t react any more. Smelling salt let her get clear a little bit, but the Inferior Mistress had to apply the stimulant. It was obviously, even to a gory, raging devil like Her, that the blonde slave had reached her absolute limit of endurance. There was no doubt that the stimulant would force Kate to suffer even more, but that was needed for what was to come.
Inferior Mistress Zo? nearly slipped out on the blood-flooded floor as She granted Kate an extra-cruel Good-Bye-stroke between her legs. HELLBOUND There was no better choice for a presenter of the “Heaven’s Gate” main event than Grand Mistress Gillian. Her full, rich voice reached with the help of the small microphone clipped to Her collar the farest end of the crowd turbine house. The monolithic concrete block had been turned into a full-equipped stage. Two huge screens at the back were showing simultaneously the pictures sent from the camera slaves. Three docile slavegirls had been chosen for this task and had got their arms cruelly laced up in leather single sleeves until their elbows had met.
Over their latex-masked faces digital video cameras which looked and were worn like night vision gears had been fitted. Now they were on the stage, too, busy to catch the best views of the carnages taking place. When the main event had started, the activities at the stands had come to an end, and now everybody was trapped by Grand Mistress Gillian’s tasteful aura of cruelty. Like the archpriestess of a pagan cult She hosted the fair’s finale. To get the public in the proper mood, the show had started with the obligatory “Whipping of the Virgin”-session. Now Master Hektor, the bearded biker with the preference for crucifixion, was making His contribution to the crowd’s entertainment. A fully masked, gagged and blindfolded slavegirl, being kept in sensory deprivation for the last three days, was doing the splits: her left leg behind her, the right in front, each resting on a separate beam, the toes of both feet extremely pointed.
The slender teen’s arms were steel-cuffed, wrists to elbows, behind her back, and her already opened vagina was widened by a metal speculum. An ostensibly stabilising rod had been inserted into her most female hole and fixed to the ground half a metre below her. The sweat-covered ballerina-slave used all her strength she didn’t need for keeping her position to scream incredibly into her penis gag. Her own trembling legs were torturing her with cramping muscles and overstretched tendons while she despairingly tried to keep still and not to roll sidewards. Due to her previous treatment she hardly knew where ‘up’ and ‘down’ were. All of her efforts were orientated to not let the thin pussy rod touch the speculum’s prongs, or worse, her vaginal walls. She had a good reason to avoid the contact with the inserted metal.